#al capone x you

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Gangsters Paradise

Al Capone x Fem reader

Requested by: @swaghumanoidnickelhero

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, use of a fire arm, fluff.

A/n: I love Al Capone, he's a great character in Boardwalk empire. Stephen Graham did a tremendous job.

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"Al, where are you going!?" Y/n yelled.

"I'm going to see Johnny!"

"Yelling at Johnny won't bring Frank back! I know it's not O'Banion! Doing a hit on him will just start a gang war!"

Al just waved his hand at her, he trudged up the snowy side walk as Y/n quickly fallowed after him.

"Al-" She was cut off by Capone grabbing her by the front of her trench coat and pulling her close.

"I lost my brother, you don't know what that's like. He's gone, never to come back. Someone's gotta pay, Y/n."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him, he loosened his grip on her lapel and went to keep walking, but she turned his face back to her.

"I don't know how that feels? I don't know? Al, I'm the only one who knows. I'm the only one who gives a shit. I had to watch my mother, my father, and both of my brothers die. Then I was shot and left for dead."

Al never knew what had happened to her family, she always talked about them but he had never met them. It was obvious that the subject had struck her hard, he couldn't help himself. Al wrapped her in a hug and gently kissed her head, they stayed like that until Dean O'Banion and his little gang of shit heads just decided to march up.

"Hey, Al. How's Johnny?" He asked.

"Mr. Torrio, is quiet well." Y/n replied in a harsh tone.

"Woah, is this your Mrs?

"Nah, Boss. This is Torrio's little firecracker, Ms. Y/n Y/L/n." One of his men cut in.

"Oh, my mistake."

Y/n gave him an unimpressed face..

"Can I help you with something?"

O'Banion started rambling on when a man behind him caught Y/n's eye. She knew this man from way back, he was her old partner when she was a federal agent. Al nor Torrio knew of her past, she kept those details out of conversations. But when she saw Nelson Casper Van Alden, behind O'Banion she was about to voice her realization when he subtly shook his head.

Y/n looked at her feet then at Al, then back at Dean.

"So now I'm on my way to Torrio's." He finished.

"We were just headed there."

"We'll walk together then."

Y/n linked her fingers with Al and rolled her eyes at O'Banion, Nelson walked with the group trying to fit in. Why was she here? Did she tell them about him? Would she? Is she gonna do him in?

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"Hey, Johnny. O'Banion is here to see you." Al said.

Torrio looked up from his desk and nodded...

"Show him in."

Y/n waited for Torrio's door to close, she grabbed Van Alden by the front of his jacket and slammed him into the wall.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE, NELLIE!?" She whisper yelled. "ARE YOU UNDER COVER OR SOME SHIT!? HAVE YOU BEEN SENT TO ARREST ME!? OR FUCK UP TORRIO'S OPERATION!?"

"No, I left New Jersey because I was gonna be thrown in jail. I killed my new partner, so I set up a new life here."

"Working for Dean O'Banion?"

"I was selling irons, then he offered me a job."

Y/n let go of him and turned around, she rubbed her temple trying to think.

"Nelson, your on the wrong side and working for the wrong people." She whispered. "Do you know what they'll do to you if they find out who the fuck you are!?"

"I could say the same to you. Does Capone and Torrio know your little secret?"

"No, and they'll never find out."

Just then their conversation was cut short by hollering coming from Torrio's office, Dean and his men came storming into the hall and out the front door. Nelson tipped his hat to her and fallowed O'Banion.

Al walked up and stood beside her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders just stared at the still open door.

"Fuckin prick." He cursed.

"What the hell happened in there?"

"Oh nothin, just a little dispute. Who was that guy you were talking to?"

She shook her head. "No one, just one of O'Banion's men."

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That night, Y/n and Al stood next to Torrio's car smoking and shootin the shit.

"You never tell me about your past, Y/n." He said. "Did something tragic happen? Did you rob a bank? Who did you work for? Where did you come from originally? Where have you been? Have you had a guy? If so what was his name? And do I have to kill him for breaking your heart?"

Y/n laughed at his string of questions.

"Okay slow down, handsome. First off no, nothing tragic except for my family's death. No I haven't robbed a bank. I've worked for Arnold Rothstein, I'm from Springfield Illinois. I've been to New York, New Jersey, Michigan, all over the US really. Canada, Italy, England, Ireland, Scotland. No I've never been in a relationship."

Al nodded and started again...

"Who was that guy?"

"What guy?"

"Don't play stupid, that tall scary fucker with the good poker face."

"Oh, him...I don't fuckin know."

"Really?"

"Yes really!"

"Then why did Johnny's cleaner tell me that you two used to work together? She didn't say doing what but she said you two know each other."

Y/n looked at him, his face was serious. No jokes, no games. He wanted the truth, and she knew that.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"You'll probably kill me."

Al tucked her hair behind her ear and shook his head.

"No, I could never hurt you."

Y/n looked down at the snow, she was ready to tell him and if she gets a bullet in the brain...at least she came clean...

"Alright....here it is..."

THE END ❤️

Part 2?

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[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

After the earth-shattering revelation that Thomas Shelby was your long-lost uncle, your world was turned upside down. The truth weighed heavily upon your shoulders, casting a dark cloud of desire and forbidden love that enveloped your every thought.

Yearning for a real father figure and a sense of belonging, you found solace in Arthur's attempts to embrace you as his own. Yet, deep within, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions tugged at your heart. The news of Arthur being your father was a bitter pill to swallow, especially as you had already fallen under the spell of Thomas. Despite the twisted nature of your newfound familial ties, an undeniable thrill coursed through your veins at the mere thought of him.

Polly, ever perceptive, was aware of your forbidden desires. In due course, she orchestrated your induction into the Shelby Family, much to your mother's displeasure. In the midst of a family gathering, you were welcomed as an equal, officially cementing your place within the Shelby clan.

Within weeks, Polly took you under her wing, unveiling the intricacies of the Shelby name. She showed you how to navigate the treacherous waters of their empire, providing you with the tools to forge your own path. In her tutelage, you learned the art of negotiation and gained the confidence to command respect from those who once stood above you. Your transformation did not go unnoticed, as your newfound assertiveness radiated like a beacon.

Linda, resentful of Arthur for allowing your rise within the Shelby Company Limited, would often remark, "You truly are a Shelby." In the bustling office, you commanded attention with your sharp wit and no-nonsense attitude. Even the other Peaky Blinders marvelled at your ability to tackle any challenge that crossed your path. Your formidable uncle, Tommy, couldn't help but be drawn to this "new you."

"I see you've settled right in, taking charge like a true fucking Shelby," Tommy proclaimed proudly upon his return from the United States, where he had forged an alliance with Al Capone.

A mischievous twinkle danced in your eyes as you replied, "Indeed, Tommy," fully aware of the captivating presence you now possessed. Tommy's gaze lingered upon you, unable to tear himself away from the magnetic force you had become.

As such, his desire for you quickly resurfaced when he returned to the office after you had last seen him three weeks ago, and this desire was now becoming stronger with each day.

Your desire for your newfound uncle, however, had never really been extinguished even though, deep down, you knew that this forbidden infatuation could never be. The more you tried to fight it, the harder it seemed to resist.

Now that he was back in Birmingham, this was going to be problematic, and you could not help but tease him, making sure that he knew that you still did not care about the fact that he was your uncle.

Thus, one day, as you were engrossed in analysing some financial documents, you became aware of a pair of intense eyes fixed upon you. Raising your gaze, you caught Thomas giving you that infamous Shelby smirk, glimmering with a mixture of admiration and something darker.

"Enjoying the view, Tommy?" you quipped, unable to resist the temptation of toying with your uncle and letting him know that you knew he was watching you. After all, power breeds confidence, and confidence tempts fate.

Thomas leaned against the door frame, his voice dripping with the perfect blend of arrogance and desire. "The view is quite remarkable indeed, but it's not the scenery that has captured my attention, Love," he mused, and the air between you crackled with an intoxicating mix of tension and attraction.

“I didn’t think it was, uncle,” you teased and little did you realise just how deeply Tommy still desired you, his thoughts consumed by the forbidden possibilities.

***

As days turned into weeks, though, the flirtation between you and your uncle escalated. The stolen glances, lingering touches, and suggestive banter left a trail of electric anticipation in the air.

However, Tommy, consumed by his position and familial responsibilities, fought tooth and nail to keep the burgeoning attraction at bay. He knew all too well the dangers of allowing desires to steer his course, especially when they involved his own flesh and blood.

Reminding yourself of the bond you shared as a family, you tried to suppress the growing feelings within you as well. This was a line that should never be crossed again, no matter how tempting it may be.

One evening, though, as the sun dipped below the Birmingham skyline, you found yourself alone with your uncle in his dimly lit office. The cogs of desire turned ceaselessly in both of your minds, threatening to break free from their self-imposed restraints.

"You know damn well what you're doing to me, don't you Love?" Tommy whispered his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“I do, Thomas and I am enjoying it. You were the first man I have ever slept with, and I most certainly don’t have any regrets, even after finding out that we are related,” you smirked before a moment of tense silence hung heavy in the air like a thick fog, the unspoken truth lingering between you. The forbidden fruit was tantalisingly close, the taste both bitter and alluring.

“But, I respect your decision. I know how important the elections are for the company, and I also know how important you are to this family of which I am now part. So, I won’t stand in your way,” you reassured your uncle, your voice filled with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. The weight of the upcoming elections for the company and the significance of your role as a member of this esteemed family was not lost on you. You knew that your uncle's leadership was crucial, and you didn't want to impede his progress.

As he stepped closer, his presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. It sent shivers down your spine, igniting a desire that surged through your veins. The intensity of your emotions was almost overwhelming, but you managed to maintain your composure.

His response was immediate, his voice dripping with an intoxicating blend of passion and confidence. "You could never stand in my way, Love," Tommy declared, his gaze locked with yours. It was as if time stood still at that moment, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of vulnerability wash over you.

A shy smile played on your lips as you absorbed his words. "No?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. Tommy's hand gently caressed your face, his touch both tender and possessive.

"No, never," he assured you, his smile radiant as he pulled away slightly. He seemed to savour the tension between you, revelling in the unspoken connection that bound you together. "I have a gift for you," he revealed, his voice filled with anticipation.

With a delicate flourish, he presented you with a beautifully wrapped parcel. The vibrant green satin dress nestled within shimmered in the soft glow of the room. Its luxurious fabric seemed to come alive, whispering promises of elegance and allure. It was a testament to the exquisite taste and attention to detail that Tommy possessed.

You couldn't help but be captivated by the dress, its beauty mirroring the complexity of your emotions. It symbolised the delicate balance between duty and desire, representing the choices you were faced with in this intricate dance of power and love.

"Before I knew that you were my niece, I had something special planned for your birthday. This no longer seems appropriate now as it involved a date at the pictures and several hours of fucking. But I wanted you to have this dress anyway, as it was custom-made for you. It should fit you perfectly, and perhaps you could wear it at your birthday party next week,” Tommy exclaimed, hearted.

The beauty of the dress filled you with conflicted emotions - gratitude, desire, and a tinge of sadness. You couldn't ignore the fact that Thomas had desired you before discovering your blood connection. It was a bittersweet gift, a reminder of the love that could never be.

***

The day of your birthday had finally arrived, and Polly spared no expense in hosting a lavish celebration for their newest member. Arrow House was adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant roses, the grandeur of the occasion evident in every glittering detail.

As you walked down the sweeping staircase adorned in the green satin dress gifted to you by your own uncle, the room fell silent. All eyes were on you, the long-lost daughter of Arthur Shelby, now officially welcomed into the Shelby Family.

The dress clung to your curves, accentuating every tantalising inch of you. Thomas, unable to resist the sight before him, felt his desire for you intensify with each step you took. It was as if the very air around him crackled with a forbidden energy.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, mesmerised by your beauty. He cursed himself for the wicked thoughts that danced through his mind, yearning to touch and taste what he knew he could never have again.

The music swirled through the room, a melody of voices and laughter, yet all Thomas could hear was the pounding of his own heart, a wild beat that threatened to expose his desires to the world.

In a quiet corner of Arrow House, beneath a veil of shadows, you mustered the courage to approach Tommy to thank him for his generous gift. The ache within you had become unbearable, the desire to kiss him consuming your every thought.

“Thank you for the dress,” you told him almost shyly as his penetrating gaze met yours, and you could see the struggle in his eyes.

“You are welcome, Love,” Tommy responded as he looked at you, desire mixed with guilt, creating a tempestuous storm within his troubled soul.

"You look stunning in it, just as I had anticipated,” he whispered, his voice tinged with need. It was a dangerous game he was playing, his words a tantalising invitation into the forbidden depths of his desires.

Lizzie Stark, who had harboured affection for Thomas for years and who was carrying his child, watched your interaction with a mix of envy and resentment. The rivalry between you and Lizzie had always existed, but now it had become intertwined with the complex tapestry of desire and blood that bound Thomas to you.

She knew about past intimacy between you and Tommy and thought that all of this was in the past now that you were part of the family.

“Lizzie is clearly still worried about you and me,” you smirked, causing Tommy to chuckle as you both noticed her eyes on you.

“Well, Lizzie has always had a dislike for women I am associating myself with, and you are clearly no exception,” Tommy acknowledged, causing you to laugh.

“But you are not associating yourself with me anymore. She, of all persons, should know that now that she reminds me of our family bond every day, referring to you as my fucking uncle,” you said with some annoyance in your voice, causing Tommy to chuckle.

“Does she now?” Tommy chuckled, causing you to nod.

“Yes, Uncle Tommy. She does. And perhaps you should have a word with her about it and tell her to stop being so pitiful,” you told Tommy before you beckoned him with a mischievous smile.

“Now come, I need to show you something,” you then told your uncle before leading him upstairs to one of the guestrooms in Arrow House, and as Tommy followed you silently, desire burned hot between you, pulsating with a fierce urgency.

“Show me what, Love?” Tommy ought to enquire as, confidently, you pulled him into the empty room before, in the dimly lit corner, you pressed your lips against his with a passionate fervour, your hands exploring his body with a mixture of longing and desperation.

It was a kiss laden with desperation, a passionate struggle against the convictions that threatened to tear you apart. For a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered, and the world outside that room ceased to exist.

But just as quickly as it had begun, Thomas pulled away, his face a maelstrom of regret and self-reproach. "No," he said, his voice ragged and filled with torment.

His grip on your shoulders tightened as he tried to find the words. "Y/N, I am your fucking uncle,” he said, his voice thick with anguish. It was a reminder that echoed through your mind, a harsh reality that threatened to shatter the fragile illusion of forbidden love.

“Yes, I know, but it is also my birthday, and I am already drunk on the champagne,” you told him, realising once again how much you still loved him as, in your eyes, disappointment mingled with frustration.

Thomas looked torn, his resolve waning under the weight of his desires. But his sense of duty fought fiercely against the raw passion that had entwined your souls. It was a battle for his moral compass, and he knew it would forever change the dynamic of the family if he surrendered to temptation.

"I can't Love. It's not just about us. It's about my fucking reputation, the elections, and everything that holds our family together, and you fucking know that, don’t you, eh" he repeated again, using the same words that he used on you two weeks ago. His voice was heavy with self-restraint. His eyes bore into yours, an unspoken promise of love and longing, even as he denied himself the pleasure of surrendering.

The corner was filled with unspoken words, thick with regret and longing. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you caught in a web of desire and familial ties. The room buzzed with excitement, oblivious to the intricate dance of passion being performed in that secluded space.

Frustration coiled within you, growing with each passing second. The truth of your blood connection was like a spectre haunting your every thought. The intensity and complexity of your feelings made it difficult to see beyond the throbbing ache in your heart.

Thomas abruptly stepped back, creating distance between you as he battled conflicting emotions. He turned away, his jaw clenching with determination. "I'm sorry. I should've never allowed it to go this far," he said, his voice heavy with self-loathing, not even realising that you both were being watched.

Without another word, Thomas walked away, leaving you standing there, trembling with a potent mix of desire, frustration, and heartbreak. He walked toward the door, his footsteps weighted with regret.

As he turned the doorknob, you couldn't hold back the desperation in your voice. "Thomas, please... don't leave me here. Not like this, on my fucking birthday,” you begged, and Thomas froze at the threshold, his resolve wavering for a precious moment. His eyes were lost in a tempest of conflicting emotions. But then, with a final sigh, he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, leaving you alone in the room, your heart shattered.

Tears streamed down your face as you collapsed onto the bed, the weight of the forbidden desire crushing you. You wondered if you could ever find a way to navigate this treacherous path, one that defied both morality and convention.

Unbeknownst to you, as you lay broken and defeated, Thomas stood at the end of the hallway. His fists clenched, his features twisted in anguish. The battle within him waged on, torn between the love he knew was wrong and the restraint he knew was correct.

Lying there, adrift in a sea of despair, you wondered how it had come to this. How had fate forged such an intricate web, weaving together desire, longing, and the damning truth of your shared blood?

You felt like you had been short-changed by life, and after wiping away your tears, you, too, put on a solid face to return to the party downstairs.

Lizzie Stark, her eyes filled with triumph and pity, brushed past you on your way down to the ballroom, her voice barely concealing her smug satisfaction. "Tommy will never truly be yours. Blood is thicker than desire,” she barked, and you resisted the urge to confront Lizzie, unable to find the words to refute her taunts.

The weight of Thomas's rejection bore down on you, suffocating your spirit and casting a dark cloud over the extravagant celebration that had once held so much promise.

As you meandered through the festivities, your mind raced with thoughts of escape. Perhaps leaving Birmingham was the only way to mend your shattered heart. But even as you entertained the notion, a part of you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, love could conquer all in the end until, somewhat suddenly, you were approached by a man you had not met before. His name was Liam O’Connor, and he was the newest member of the Peaky Blinders. Handsome, tall and dangerous.

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

His Healer

Pairing: Mob!Loki Laufeyson x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: fixing an injured loki, mentions of al capone, fluff mostly

Summary: Your paying job is working as a nurse in a local hospital. Your side hustle is being a doctor for the mob boss, Loki.

Squares Filled: 1920s au (2021) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

“Alright, Mr. Sanchez. How do you feel this morning?” you ask as you pull back the hospital curtain.

“Better now that I get to see you.”

“Keep talking like this and your wife is gonna think you have a girlfriend,” you say.

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” he chuckles.

You grab your stethoscope and place it over his heart to listen to it. Next, you check his pulse and blood pressure. His pulse is a bit high but with the medication he’s taking, it’s not surprising. His vitals are looking strong for someone who had hip surgery, and you write them on the paper chart you have hanging off the end of his bed.

“Keep this up, Mr. Sanchez. You’ll be running marathons in no time.”

“I hope so, dear,” he smiles.

“Okay, time to get those muscles moving. I’d like to see you make it to the couch this time.”

“I’ll try.”

You help the older man sit up in his bed when your coworker comes into the room.

“Y/N? There’s a call for you. I can take over.”

“Okay, Mr. Sanchez. Elizabeth is the best besides me, of course,” you wink playfully. “You’re in good hands.” You leave Elizabeth and Mr. Sanchez alone while you head to the phone that’s on the wall. There is a receiver and a transmitter connected to the base of the phone. Both ends are on tubes that you can move around so you’re not stuck to the wall. You place the receiver to your mouth and the transmitter to your ear. “This is Y/N.”

“899 E Logan Boulevard. The boss needs you.”

“I’m at work. You can’t just--”

“The boss needs you.”

“Repeat the address, please,” you sigh. You set the receiver down and keep the transmitter to your ear while you write down the address. You pick up the receiver when you want to talk to him. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You hang up both ends of the phone and find your boss who is filling out paperwork at the desk.

“Mary, I have a private client who news me right now. Elizabeth is covering for my patients. May I leave? I’ll come back once I’m done.”

“Yes. Make sure you follow up with Elizabeth about your patients.”

“Of course.”

You leave the hospital and to the car that the boss gifted you. He’s always giving you presents for your services on top of the money he pays you. You’re not sure where he’s staying, so you grab your navigation watch to put in the address you were given. This watch has saved you in more ways than one when you’ve gotten lost in the bustling city of Chicago.

The map is where the face of the watch would normally be found. The direction of the maps is wound around small wooden pegs like scrolls that could be switched out of the wristband depending on the route needed to go. You take out the map you were using before and put in the new one. Once you’re ready to go, you head toward the house.

Well, mansion is a more accurate description. Take away the hedges and big trees, this place looks like half the size of the hospital you work at. There is a steel gate at the front of the property with two armed guards standing outside of it. They’re immediately put on alert as soon as you pull up but you’re not afraid of their big guns.

“State your business,” one of the guards says in a deep voice.

“I’m the doctor for the boss.”

He nods to the other guard who opens the gate for you. You drive down the long driveway to the front of the house where half a dozen guards with guns are posted outside of it. Even if you’ve never been here before, you’ve always had to have a guard lead you through whatever place the boss is staying in. You get out and grab your medical bag from the back.

“Right this way, ma’am,” one of the guards says.

If you thought the outside was heavily guarded, then the inside is just ridiculous. More than two dozen guards are keeping watch or just wandering around protecting the place. You should get used to this because you get dozens of calls a week from the boss. This place is just beautiful and you’d love to live here if it were crawling with guards.

The floor is marble, the walls are dark grey, there are lights on the black walls that give them some kind of light, the archways are high with chandeliers coming down from the high ceiling, and the windows stretch higher than you can reach. It makes sense why the boss would live in a mansion like this. The guard takes you to a room with two guards posted outside of it, and one of them opens the door for you.

There on the bed lies the boss, Loki Laufeyson. The blankets have been stripped from the bed so he’s only lying on the black sheets that are stained with his blood for sure. He has an enormous gash starting from the top of his chest down to his hip. There is a towel covering the area that is dark red, and you don’t think it was that color when he placed it there.

Loki is well known across all of Chicago as one do the deadliest mafia bosses. He works very closely with Al Capone which is why he gets injured all the damn time. Loki found you in a bar one time with a deep cut on his cheek. You told him how to best take care of it without scarring since he has such a pretty face.

If you knew who he was before you talked to him, you wouldn’t have done it.

He took a liking to you and always came to you whenever he had even the smallest of injuries. You’re the only one who caught his attention so he wanted you around him as much as possible no matter the reason. The more you took care of him, the more your feelings for him grew. You’re not going to tell him that, of course. It would only go to his head.

Seeing him in so much pain breaks your heart.

“What did I tell you about getting into fights?” you ask and approach the side of the bed.

“I need to take care of business, love,” he laughs but groans in pain.

The bed is low enough to the ground so that when you pull up a chair next to it and sit down, you’re at the perfect height to fix his wound. You peel back the towel to see what you’re working with and more blood comes rushing out.

“It would be better if you were in a hospital with equipment and blood.”

“You know why I can’t go there.”

“You’re bleeding all over your bed.”

“I’ll get a new one,” he shrugs.

This isn’t going to be pleasant but the wound needs to be cleaned. You have a water bottle that will be used to flush out the wound while gauze will be used to clean the edges. You gently pat the area around the wound to clean the blood up and Loki closes his eyes in pain. Once you’re satisfied, you take the water bottle and begin flushing the wound.

“Fuck!” Loki shouts.

“If you can handle getting a wound like this, you can handle a bit of water. Stay still.”

When you’re done with that, you grab new gauze and pack it inside the wound so blood doesn’t spill over. There is a numbing cream that you use to spread on the outside of the wound because you need to stitch the wound so it can have a chance to heal.

“This is gonna hurt,” you state. “Even with the cream.”

“As you said, I can handle it,” he chuckles.

You take the needle and stick it through one side of the wound and thread it to the other side of the wound. You pull it close and tie it multiple times before cutting it. One down, many more to go.

“You know, this is gonna scar.”

“Good. It’ll give me some character when I’m handling business.”

As you’re stitching the wound closed, you notice his bare skin on display for you to see. It’s so pale. It’s like he hates going outside and getting some sun.

“You’re so pale. Getting some sun every once in a while isn’t gonna kill you.”

“Yes ma’am,” he drawls. A blush makes it way up your neck and to your cheeks at his accent. “I’ll go outside if you come with me.”

“I’ve already told you why I can’t,” you whisper.

Loki turns his head away from you and coughs causing more blood to rush out of his wound. When he turns his head back, his hair has fallen over his eyes. You reach up and move his hair away without touching his skin.

“I’ll change for you.”

“Al Capone will let no one go. You know this.”

It doesn’t take long for you to stitch the whole wound shut, and you use your water bottle to clean the site from his blood. You grab some more gauze and lay it over the entire wound and a big bandage that you lay over it to give it another layer of protection.

“I hate seeing you like this, Loki,” you sigh.

“I’ll try better next time,” he promises. “Thank you for being such a great doctor.”

A smile breaks through which makes him smile.

“I took time out of my very busy day to be here. How will you ever compensate me?”

Loki reaches up and grabs your neck gently and pulls you down to him. He slants his lips against yours and gives you a kiss that takes your breath away. This isn’t the first kiss you’ve shared with him and it certainly won’t be the last.

“I’ll have one of my men pay you most graciously, love,” Loki whispers against your lips.

You have to get back to the hospital so you pull away from him and gather your medical supplies. You put your hand on the doorknob but don’t turn it yet.

“Don’t get into any more fights, Loki.”

“How will I ever see you if I’m not injured?”

“You know where I live,” you smile. “All you need to do is knock.”

x

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[gretavanlace]

Poppins (part 5)

Josh/Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, slight angst, etc

Sleep doesn’t plan on dropping in to visit you tonight, that much is clear. Still, it doesn’t stop you from staring up at the ceiling, longing for it.

If you could just quiet the storm inside your head, if only for a moment or two, you might be able to drift away.

All hope is lost completely when your phone begins to vibrate on the night stand beside you. It crosses your mind to ignore it, but no one calls at this hour for no good reason.

With an exasperated sigh, you roll to your side and grab it up.

“Perfect.” You mutter upon seeing Jake’s name displayed on the screen. Yet another facet stepping up to complicate this shit show of a night even further.

“This better be good.” 3 am phone calls don’t lend themselves to a proper greeting in your book.

“Well, hello to you, too, pretty girl.” He laughs, clearly bright eyed and full of piss and vinegar.

“I’m sleeping, Jacob.” You huff, flopping onto your back once again.

He calls your bluff. Of course he does. “No you’re not. You sound wide awake, and I need someone to keep me company.”

“No pretty young thing to follow you home from your gig tonight?” You ask, though you certainly don’t actually want to know.

He makes a sound in the negative, and then adds, “But if I get really hard up, I can just pop my head out the door and flag down one of the hookers that are loitering around this shit hole of a motel.”

“That bad?”

“I’ll put it this way,” he breathes a wisp of a laugh, “If I were to look under the bed and find a dead body, I wouldn’t be shocked. Not even a little bit.”

“Yikes.” You genuinely feel for him. Hotels and their germs freak you out as it is, you can’t fathom being expected to sleep in an establishment as fine as the one he’s describing.

“Make sure you check for bed bugs before you go to sleep.” It breaks your heart to think of him slumbering fitfully while tiny monsters feast away.

“You think I’m going anywhere near that bed?” He sounds offended, but you know better. “I’m sleeping in the fucking bathtub. I wish you were here, though.”

“So, you’d have me suffer through a night in hotel hell just so you’d have someone to keep you company? Narcissist.”

That halting laugh of his, the one you’re completely smitten with, makes an appearance, but his reply comes gently. “No. There’s just something about the thought of seeing something so beautiful surrounded by all this ugliness…I don’t know.”

That, you hadn’t expected.

He glosses over his honesty and begins telling you about the bar he’s playing. About how it used to be a speakeasy. How there are still scattered bullet holes in the walls from a raid. Al Capone once visited, he tells you animatedly, and broke a bartender's nose for speaking without respect…

On and on he prattles, and you let him, paying close attention to his every word. This isn’t your first time being ‘Jaked’ in the middle of the night.

And if you’re being honest, maybe your attentiveness has more to do with the fact that you miss him already. It’s good to hear his voice, that calming, soft rasp. His idiosyncratic tendencies - ‘you know’ as a place filler as he gathers his thoughts, interesting, suppose, it’s all so jake, and it makes you feel safe in the strangest way.

You ask questions in all the right places, not enough to interrupt, but just enough to encourage the stream of thoughts he has decided to share with you.

That is, until he catches on. “Are we whispering because it’s late, or because you’re at my brother’s?”

You pluck at the blanket thrown over you, chagrined. A child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “He was out of sorts with you gone, so I stayed. You know how he gets.”

“I get that way, too.” He points out softly. “Who babies me?”

You shrug, though he can’t see you “A girl in every port?”

“Would you stop with that?” He suddenly sounds sad, and it’s so unlike him you’re shocked into momentary silence.

It stretches on for a while, with you now staring at the wall as the tree outside lends the shadows of its leaves to dance and flutter in the night. And Jake, cooped up in some depressing, filthy room god knows where, breathing in stagnant air and mold spores.

He slices through it first, “Hey, poppins?”

“Hmm?” How easily can make your heart ache and pound without effort. They both can.

“Do you miss me?”

The hopefulness in his query makes you smile. He sounds almost…vulnerable?

“I do, Jake. I always miss you when you go away.”

A discreet hum of satisfaction is his only reply before the quiet returns. Then…

“Why are you at my brother’s, babe? Is this a ‘when the cats away the mice will play’ situation?”

Why is he always so calm and collected? Tipping his hand just enough to stoke the flames of your curiosity. And why is it so sexy?

“Are you the cat?” You ask softly, avoiding his actual question.

He sees your bet and raises the stakes “Are you two the mice?”

Still unwilling to hand over your secrets, you ask a question of your own. “What is this? You both really do get off on the competition of it all, don’t you? Is there a scorecard hidden away somewhere? Because I —“

“Hey,” he soothes, voice comforting like a warm, much loved quilt. “There’s no scorecard. We actually have a scoreboard. It lights up and everything. Cost a shit load.”

He successfully tugs a giggle out of you, plucking the thorn out of your side effortlessly. Seconds later, however, you’re right back where you started.

“Why, then? Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in sibling rivalry crossfire. Like I’m constantly ducking and dodging Kiszka bullets.”

“No such thing.” He’s trying his best to lighten things up. “We Kiszkas are noble and peaceful people.”

He desperately would like to be let off the hook… instead, you keep him dangling on the line. “I’m serious.”

At last, he gives in. “Alright, alright. The thing is, you can’t really blame us. Sometimes it’s unavoidable and that’s just science.”

“Science.” You repeat, unimpressed.

“Yes. Science. Identical twins, such as myself and my lesser half, share nearly indistinguishable brain wave patterns, and —“

“Jesus, do you two carry around some big book of twin factoids everywhere you go?”

Brushing your flippancy aside without comment, he continues on. “So, shared brain waves and 99.9% identical DNA means we view the world around us in much the same way. That’s why you hear those crazy stories about separated twins finding each other later only to discover they’ve been living parallel lives. Essentially, we’re the same person.”

“Is this where I come in?” You ask, trying hard to conceal the fascination hiding behind your nonchalance.

“Possibly.” In your mind's eye, you picture his fingers running over his lips in a gentle pinching motion. An endearing habit of his when he’s feeling contemplative. “But, sometimes I think it has very little to do with all of that. Sometimes I think it’s just you.”

“Me?’

“You’re the lighthouse, poppins…” his voice is soft and thoughtful. “And he and I are the ships. Question is, who will run ashore first?”

“Something happened between Josh and I tonight.” You confess. “And I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you. I just felt like you should know.”

“Doesn’t that make you think?” He questions, backing you into an invisible corner.

“Doesn’t what make me think?”

“The fact that you felt the need to tell me. It’s interesting, isn’t it?”

You’re not sure what to say to that, so you choose the easiest path and say nothing at all.

“Jealousy isn’t a character flaw I struggle with. Never has been.” You listen to the creaking groan of the likely cheap and worn chair he is repositioning himself in. “Territorial? I’ll own that, but almost never with Josh. So you have your fun, love. Get him out of your system. You and I both know which ship your light shines a little brighter for.”

He ends the call with little room for argument on your part. You consider calling him back to tell him he’s wrong (is he wrong?). Instead, you slip out of bed and pad down the hall towards Josh’s room, light and hushed on your feet.

~

Josh is dreaming of you. Lost in turquoise waters that lull him deeper and deeper, down down down. You’re everywhere. Your voice, echoing and purring with the delicate current. He is tangled in your silken hair. It glows in otherworldly shades of bioluminescent purple and he longs to touch it, but each lock dissolves into blinding glitter the moment he reaches for it. Closer to the floor of your sea he drifts, as your soft moans grow louder, accompanied by the alien mournful song of whales calling to one another, his unconscious world shifts…

Now you lie beneath him, twisted in wrinkled sheets, clinging to him as he rocks into you deeply. Your nails sting as they bite into and drag across his back and he hopes it burns forever. He likes it better here. Bathing in your ocean was bliss, but here he can touch your face. Here he can search your eyes for their secrets and taste your skin. He can hear the desire thrumming in your hummingbird heart. Here you are his.

He always thinks you’re beautiful, but like this, you are celestial. A supernova captured in his arms.

You call his name, but your eyes are cast over his shoulder. He knows without question who has come to dismantle his perfect world.

“Tell him to go.”

You shake your head languidly with a Mona Lisa smile, “I’d like him to stay.”

Squeezing around him just right, you run your fingertip down the bridge of his nose…

…and he startles awake with a curse.

~

His door isn’t closed, but merely pushed to…still, you lift a loose fist to knock lightly. A faint moan in the dark stops you.

It’s a tranquil sound, one you might expect to enjoy while caught up in slow and easy early morning sex. And while it isn’t overtly obscene, it steals the air from your lungs all the same.

He’s sleeping, your eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to know that, but he breathes another sigh into the air, and then…your name.

Can a sound be poetic? Can inflection be art? Because that is the only way to describe the way your name sounds on his tongue.

He’s dreaming…and whatever world he has faded into holds some version of you inside of it as well. What is going on inside that brilliant, beautiful mind of yours, Joshua?

This is wrong. You should go back to bed and pretend this never happened…but the angel on your shoulder has taken the night off, leaving the shameless devil in charge, plotting nefariously.

A harsh hiss of “Fuck!” bites out of him, startling you. He sounds frustrated and furious. He is awake, and very unhappy about it.

Standing still as a statue, you wonder ridiculously if he can hear the wild beat of your heart.

Knock now, you think. Pretend you’ve just arrived at his door. For the second time, you raise your hand to knock, and for the second time, you stop in your tracks when you see it.

His hand slips beneath the sheets as a shutter of pleasure ripples out of his chest. It’s no more than a strangled gasp, but your body explodes into heated pins and needles.

The drag of his fist against the linens keeps time with the airy moans he is panting into the night. It’s fucking intoxicating and you so badly want to go to him.

Instead, you back slowly away from the crack into the door, retreating further back in the hall. You’ll slink back to bed and it’ll be like this never even happened —

A floorboard creaks. An inanimate object groaning to tattle tale and shine a spotlight on your presence.

He stops instantly as you clamp your eyes shut tightly for a split second…if I can’t see you, you can’t see me mentality.

And while you pray with your whole soul to disappear like smoke in the air, he rises, tucks himself back into his sweats, and confidently closes the space between the two of you.

Before you can process, his fingers lace around your wrist and pull you into the room. Your body is pressed against the door, his breath warm on your neck as he reaches behind you to twist the lock.

A single finger traces along your cheek before tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Were you watching me?”

“I…” You stammer, guilty as sin. “I was just getting ready to knock and…”

His hand slides between your legs to tease his fingers over soaked cotton. “Oh,” he tilts his head, smug and pleased with his discovery. “Someone was enjoying the show. My sweet little thing has ruined her pretty panties.”

He finds your clit and presses against it, remaining still, taunting you with the delicious pressure of his touch. “Do you like to watch?”

You nod, the shame of being caught slowly seeping from your veins.

“Yeah?” He slips into your panties from the side and teases two fingers inside you, curling upward until your thighs are shaking. “You wanna watch me cum?”

A whine of desire trembles out of you, telling him all he needs to know.

His fucks his fingers into you just a hint faster. Building you up nice and easy, creating a heavenly push and pull that you never want to end. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’m far too in love with this soft little cunt of yours right now. Pink as cotton candy and just as sweet.”

Your hands are fisted into the shoulders of his worn out t shirt, steadying yourself as your hips rock to meet him.

“Jake called.” The words leave you as barely a whisper.

“Did he?” There is a conversational edge to his cadence. As though you might be discussing the weather while you clench and drip into the palm of his hand. “Missing you already?”

“I don’t know, he— oh, fuck…right there.”

“Right there?” You catch a glimpse of the cocky smirk playing over his lips in the dark. “I'll touch you right there, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let me.”

Your back arches away from the door to bring your body nearer to his. You want him pressed against you, skin to skin. You want to melt into him and live there forever, surrounded by his warm light.

“You look so fucking pretty in this light.” The moon is filtering in through the window, cool and blue. You think of winter, and he mirrors your thoughts. “Like a snow angel.”

Your hand delves beneath his waistband of his tattered sweats. A chill races up his spine when you wrap your soft hand around him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want…good girl.”

You coil and quiver around his fingers, giving yourself away.

“You like that?” He nips his perfect teeth into your bottom lip. “You want to be my good girl? A perfect princess to make my cock hard and my heart ache?’

Tightening your grip, you stroke him faster, earning a groan, long and low, deep within his chest as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge with just his hand.

“Josh, please,” the air feels charged, the way it does just before a vicious summer storm unleashes. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop,” he rocks into your hand a little faster to catch up with you. ‘Not until I have what’s mine. Let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”

With another practiced twist of his hand, he drags you under, free hand covering your mouth to quiet your cries, though he wishes he could let you scream until you were hoarse and spent.

He chases after you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as he spills over your hand, tiny rivers of warmth that tickle your skin until your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling.

It’s peaceful for a stretch, but when the words come, you don’t swallow them down like maybe you should. You speak them into existence like maybe you shouldn’t.

“He says you’re in love with me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek, light as the softest feather. “I am.”

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Bad Medicine | Prologue | A TopGun AU

Masterlist | Next Part pairing: Jake Seresin x OC!Reader (last name is Santiago) synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good. WARNINGS: drugs, guns, stripping, violence, abuse, fighting, prostitution, blood, alcohol usage, mentions of sexual assault, torture, death, cops, stalking.

On the outside, the city of San Diego looked like any other big city. Lots of skyscrapers, bumper to bumper traffic, tourists and visitors walking around everywhere. But it’s what lies underneath all of that. The monsters that lurked in the dark, the demons that hid in the shadows, the creatures that go bump in the night. 

No, these monsters aren’t the fictional ones you read about in books and see on tv. These monsters are real people. They are what people call, MOBSTERS 

Some people believed that the whole mafia, gangs and mobsters died back in the 1940s, but the truth was, those monsters just went into hiding. Everything is run by the mob. The girls on the corner, the guns the cops used, the drugs in the prisons, the boxing matches on pay-per-view, sometimes, even the clothes on your back.

Most of the famous mobs had died out when Al Capone finally bit it, so did the crash of the New York Five. But between the mobsters tearing each other apart, between the shadows, two other families were building up their ranks. 

The shift between the downfall of the Luciano family and the rise of the Seresins was easy. Nobody ever pointed a finger at a German man selling ammo at the local sporting store. Seresin didn’t sound like “Mangano” or “Gagliano” or “Bonanno”. Patrick Seresin was a smart man, and decided to move the vast mafia playground to a quieter city that would draw less heat. The bright lights and big city of the west called to Patrick, so he started the slow movement towards Hollywood. But Patrick was smart, and knew that Hollywood was too much of a target. So he settled for a small (at the time) town of San Diego, California. 

The Seresins were one to be feared. Their mafia bloodline was passed down from generation to generation. The current leader was a beautiful man with gorgeous green eyes and blonde hair. You didn’t dare mess with him unless you wanted to be the next one sitting on the pew in the chamber. But the leader of the Seresin Mafia didn’t act alone, no, he had three of his closest friends, those who were basically brothers, working with him. 

Bob Floyd, the brains behind the operation, was smart, his brain like a human computer. He was able to infiltrate government sanctions with ease. You didn’t know you were hacked until it was too late and your porn search history was blasted all over your workplace. Bob had ghosts, things that haunted him when he closed his eyes at night. He was too smart, too gentle for his own good, which caused his heart to break and his mind to be scarred. 

Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster, was the muscle, and Bob’s best friend. He was slender and tall, with beautiful curly hair. He was a dark, gentle soul, who hid in the shadows. He was like a snake, letting you get close until he struck, quick and quiet. His closet was full of skeletons he was yet to bury. Bob was one of the only people in the family to know about the horrible things Rooster had done. Wherever you saw Bob, you saw Rooster, and vice versa.

Natasha Trace, aka Phoenix, stood out against the group because she was the only woman, and sat at the right hand of the leader of the Seresin mafia. She was beautiful, her eyes captivating. She was everything that a mob boss's wife was supposed to be. She supported everything that her fiance did. She knew the ins and outs of the job, almost a little too well. But no one suspected her, and no one would have if it wasn’t for her falling in love with the wrong man. It was like star crossed lovers, except one survived and the other one didn’t. 

And last but not least, their fearless leader, Jacob. The man dripped confidence and power. He could have women pulling their panties aside with just a simple look. Even though Jake had older sisters, it just made sense that Jake was the family leader. His father George, didn’t think his daughters had what it took to be a cold blooded killer like Jake. George said it took a “special kind of demon” to kill those he loved. Jake was a cocky fucker, having a painting of him in a blood red suit hanging over his desk like he was the real fucking Don Vito Corleone.

Although the Seresins seemed to be very successful on camera, it was behind that the problems lied. They were starting to struggle financially due to a crackdown of gun and drug sales from the ATF. The clubs and casinos had become one of their main sources of income, which upset George Seresin. He wanted to carry out his father’s plan of having a mafia member in the boardroom, not scourging around and feeding the junkies at their feet. So George came up with a plan to help the family. One that required the assistance of a notorious Italian mobster, Rafael Santiago.

Rafael never wanted a daughter, and it was clear to anyone who saw it. He had three boys who were perfect to take over the family business when it was time. But Y/N Santiago was a hidden gem. She was smart, drabbled in the art of torture, and dressed to impress. Rafael had a plan for her the second the doctor said it was a girl. Her life had already been decided on and she didn’t even know it. Her mother, the woman who was also a business player, knew of her daughter's fate. Marie Santiago had been the same way, being betrothed to a man she never would’ve married if it wasn’t for the family business she had learned to love. 

When Y/N was old enough to move away from her family, she did just that. She moved to New York, and found herself a job at a local club. Rafael didn’t approve of her job, he didn’t think his daughter should be dancing on a pole for men, but it kept her away from the family. While working at the club, Y/N had met whom she thought was the love of her life, a young man by the name of Francisco Solano. 

But unlike the fairy tales and the stories, this relationship turned dark and bloody, and ended up with a battered and tortured Y/N on his father’s front door. Rafael could see the end of his legacy crashing down, and knew what he had to do to help his legacy succeed and grow. Even if that meant setting up his only daughter for marriage to a man he hardly trusted. 

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masterlist:

SCREAM

general (including characters such as stu macher, billy loomis, randy meeks, sidney prescott, mickey altieri and roman bridger)

— HCS I HAVE FOR THE SCREAM BOYS THAT I CONSTANTLY THINK ABOUT !!

— how the scream characters would react to their s/o who has pets! (headcanons)

stu macher

— camping with stu macher and the scream gang x fem!reader (headcanons)

nothing yet!

billy loomis

— billy loomis x embittered/easily irritated reader (headcanons)

— BETRAYAL; after being attacked by the masked killer lurking around woodsboro, the reader now suspects her boyfriend billy has some involvement.

randy meeks

— TRAIL OF TEARS; when the aftermath of a bad breakup hits him hard, randy seeks for comfort through the reader.

mickey altieri

— friday movie nights with mickey!! mickey altieri x GN!reader (headcanons)

sidney prescott

nothing yet!

roman bridger

nothing yet!

JURASSIC PARK (1993)

general (including characters such as, ian malcolm, alan grant, ellie sattler, john hammond, robert muldoon, dennis nedry, ray arnold, tim murphy, lex murphy and donald gennaro)

nothing yet!

ian malcolm

nothing yet!

alan grant

nothing yet!

ellie sattler

nothing yet!

JURASSIC WORLD

owen grady

nothing yet!

claire dearing

nothing yet!

THE SOPRANOS

general (including characters such as, tony soprano, christopher moltisanti, silvio dante, paulie walnuts (gualtieri), adriana la cerva, bobby baccalieri, johnny sack, and perhaps a few other memorable characters! at this point, i actually don’t mind writing for any character in general)

— A DEATH FORETOLD; tony soprano is informed of a grave loss within his crew.

nothing yet!

christopher moltisanti

nothing yet!

tony soprano

nothing yet!

silvio dante

nothing yet!

bobby baccalieri

nothing yet!

adriana la cerva

nothing yet!

THE GODFATHER

michael corleone

nothing yet!

GOTHAM

general (including characters such as jeremiah valeska, jerome valeska and jim gordon)

— the valeska twins dating a witch s/o!! (headcanons)

jeremiah valeska

— SPEAK SOFTLY LOVE; you have a rather breathtaking dance with jeremiah after seeing his most loved mafia flick ever. the godfather.

nothing yet!

jerome valeska

nothing yet!

jim gordon

nothing yet!

BOARDWALK EMPIRE

jimmy darmody

nothing yet!

al capone (stephen graham’s portrayal, not the real al)

nothing yet!

SHAMELESS

ian gallagher x mickey milkovich (gallavich)

nothing yet!

CHARACTERS I MAY START WRITING FOR

tony montana (scarface)

(more jeff goldblum characters most likely)

PLENTY OF CONTENT IS ON THE WAY!!! :D

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Do we know how Cutter met Steve?

Hi nonnie! I saved this for a few days to answer during my celebration. I hope you don't mind, I just love this question! "We" don't, but I certainly do, so let me share:

(Quick reminder that Cutter will be a reader-insert character in @paperweight91 's half of We're All Monsters, so you can also read this as 'you' if you'd like. If you haven't checked it out yet, here is Chelsea's sneak peek at Johnny x Cutter. It's great!)

Steve and Cutter have known each other for about 100 years.

I think during the Prohibition era Steve was really involved in the organized crime happening in New York and Chicago. He knew Al Capone, Lucky Luciano, Arnold Rothman, all those guys.

Cutter was a gangster's moll. So through her boyfriend, she would have known Steve in passing, but obviously had no idea he was a vampire.

I think Steve always kind of liked her. From his vantage point, I think she had a better head on her shoulders than a lot of the other girls who hung around and was really savvy about the sorts of things her man was involved in. Steve would have really admired that. Plus, she was a flapper, so she was probably a really good time. And I'm sure it didn't hurt that she never raised an eyebrow at all the violence that happened around her.

One night, they were all at a speakeasy, with business happening in the back room. The deal went bad, and Cutter ended up on the wrong side of a tommy gun.

Steve, seeing an opportunity along with the potential in her, acts quickly and turns her.

I think she took to being a vampire like a duck to water and quickly proved her worth to Steve.

And she's been by his side ever since.

I hope that answers your question, nonnie! I think Chelsea might jump in in the reblogs with some additional details about Cutter, so make sure to watch for that!

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[secretly-larry-daley]

i would like to one up the former crackship suggestions with the worst ones i could come up with (custer im so sorry bbg you would be the worst boyfriend)

custer x amelia

einstein bobblehead x dexter

cecil x mcphee

mcphee x custer

kahmunrah x abraham lincoln

al capone x custer

napoleon x custer

custer x kahmunrah

lancelot x custer

joan of arc x amelia

YOU KNOW THIS IS SO FUNNY

I’ve actually done some RPs where I’ve shipped Custer and Al Capone. So trust me, you’re not the only one who thought of that. We also got another person who played Jedediah and they were like— in a poly relationship?? It was fun. (They some enlarger ray that made Jedediah bigger)

I also did a RP where McPhee and Custer interacted. But it wasn’t like— shipping. I also remember that he had dreams about Dexter and how he was actually a human trapped in a monkeys body while being in love with Larry…it was— a wild time.

I could see Joan of Arc and Amelia? Tho Joan of Arc and Sac is much better (I might just be biased but whatever)

And man the rest- the rest I’m not sure how to feel about

#larry daley #night at the museum #natm #natm fandom #night guard #ask larry #ahkmenrah #ask box #ask me questions

[teabutmakeitazure]

Honestly? This was initially just an impulsive and sudden thought, him as a Millennial I mean.

Man is searching for himself like he's expecting to have a spiritual awakening in India or something, with a touch of edgy existentialism. Constantly moving around not only because of his criminal lifestyle but also to satisfy his compulsion to "travel to find himself"- like I know you rob rich people and all (including heavens arena- Lord only knows what the heck you do with those money, you sus excuse of an arachnid) but please save some money- If you'd save some you wouldn't have to go around and look like a greasy haired excuse Al Capone wannabe with your hair jelled back prolly by grime (Talking about the Yorknew arc, you cannot tell me he doesn't look like one of those fake-fancy junkies that go around in suits but forget to shower every week).I dunno He just gives me those vibes.

Like, I know you're traumatised and all but please stop psychoanalysing your troupe comrades after randomly coming across a Hoghwarts house quiz- do not fall into that rabbit hole- But the fact that I can picture this clearly is even more concerning. Boy prolly even started reading the books after that and started comparing/trying to seek himself in some characters like Tom Riddle or something, Sweet Heavens I cannot-

And- Ain't no way he didn't enter an alt-emo phase during his teenage years.

Man prolly used to listen to My Chemical Romance as well. And like, have you seen that one outfit he had in the Manga? The one with the weird hat that looks like a dead opossum and with that weird onion quilted jacket, yeah. If the pants he's wearing there ain't lookin' like skinny jeans, which scream millennial, I don't know what else they are supposed to be.

But I can clearly see why it'd be Canon for him to be of the 70's instead, I mean- Just look at his bowlcut in the flashback- horrid I tell you. An absolute social self-slaughter. And he also looks like he'd enjoy lame "dad jokes"/"gen X jokes", so yeah, I get your point-

I thereby bid thou these Chrollo slander crumbs

Ghastly Anon~

Ghastly anon my sweet you just violated everything this man is and stands for without batting an eye. I kid you not I laughed so hard at Al Capone that I had to take a break reading this. That man fears nothing except for your impromptu roasting that is completely uncalled for but always does the job of ending his career. Well done <3

And the Hogwarts quiz... I can picture that happening too. The troupe would take a BuzzFeed quiz of which cupcake are you and Chrollo would ask for everyone's results just to psychoanalyse their choices to get to know his friends better.

I don't want to judge his money spending habits but I don't think he spends the money he has for luxury. Despite being able to afford a hotel for his stay he'd still rather hang out at an abandoned church or ghost town just for the aesthetic. I don't think he bothers with luxury. He can make do with anything as long as he can sleep.

Also also!!! He didn't go through an alt emo phase. He is an alt emo phase. The skinny pants say it all

#chrollo being a dad joke enjoyer... yes i see it #you just violated this man on all levels except physical lol #ghastly anon #i am proud

[lilcreaturethingfromthewoods]

I absolutely love how Oda makes literary and real-world references in the way he names his characters (mostly Worst Generation members).

Don Quixote? Spanish novel (Rocinante is the name of the horse). Eustass 'Captain' Kid? I think any pirate worth their hook has heard of Captain Kidd. Blackbeard? Well DUH. 'X' Drake? That sounds to me like a reference to Francis Drake. Silvers Rayleigh? That feels like a cross between Long John Silver and Walter Raleigh. Capone 'Gang' Bege? You can't not know about Al Capone. Trafalgar Law? Bro, I can take the bus to Trafalgar Square that was named after a famous naval battle. Jewelry Bonney? Mary Bonney was one of the few known female pirates. Even Zoro - is it too much of a stretch to link him to another fictional swordsman named Zorro? I think somebody's already made a post about Absalom as well.

feel free to comment any I missed

#one piece #op #character names

[abimess]

Split City, Divided Heart - Chapter 6

Mob!Wanda Maximoff x Mob!Reader

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Chapter Summary: Completely surrendered to Erik's will, Wanda watches you being tortured by her own father. Upon discovering you're being accused of sins you didn't commit, the redhead has to do something about it. [Series Summary]

Warnings: +16. Violence; guns; bladed weapons; blood; death; torture; kidnapping; mentions of sex (no description); drugs; mob/mafia

Word count: 3.434 || Pronouns: she/her

Things get very... intense 👀 enjoy! and please don't hate me too much

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“Somebody messes with me, I’m gonna mess with him.” – Al Capone

Businessman Anthony Stark arrested tonight after admitting his involvement with local mafia. Police believe to have firm leads to reach said group.

The Captain grumbles as she reads the headline for the tenth time that morning. The woman takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. 

Everything seemed to be going wrong. The increasingly constant intrigues with the Guardians, members of the Avengers being killed, no word from you since the conversation about Lehnsherr's daughter... And now this. 

At least this she had ideas about how to solve, and now the blonde is waiting anxiously, a glass of whiskey in her hands as she tries to keep herself together. And as if listening to her thoughts, the door opens, revealing the one she had been looking forward to seeing all morning. 

"Finally." The woman says, getting up from her armchair. "Sorry, Captain." The teenager replies, smiling apologetically, before closing the door behind him. "She didn't follow the schedule you gave me so I had to wait a while."

"But did you make it?" The woman asks, impatiently, and the boy nods eagerly. "Yes, I did," he replies, rummaging through his backpack for a while, "here you go." He finally says, pulling out some polaroids from there.

Carol promptly picks them up, running her eyes over the photos of the woman, a fulfilled smile on her lips. "Perfect." The blonde says, more to herself than to Peter, her eyes still running the photographs. "Captain?" The boy's uncertain voice wakes Carol to reality, raising her eyes to him. "Who's she?" 

"No one you need to worry about." She answers simply, a gentle smile on her lips, and the boy nods, taking the hint. "Good job, kid, you can deliver them." She says, handing the pictures back to the boy, who smiles gratefully at the compliment. 

With a nod of his head in farewell, the teenager walks to the office door as Carol returns to her seat in the armchair, but then a thought crosses her mind, and she calls him again. "Parker?"

"Yes?" The boy utters as he turns around, looking at her expectantly. "Have you seen Y/n around?" The Captain asks, a mixture of curiosity and hope in her voice, but Peter just frowns, shaking his head in denial. "No, Captain."

Carol hums in acknowledgement, nodding slowly as she thinks. "You can go." She says with one last smile, to which the boy reciprocates before leaving the office for good. 

Left alone now, the Captain allows her thoughts to take over her mind, a single thought standing out.  

"Where the hell are you, Y/n?"

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Spitting out a significant amount of blood, you try to recover from yet another punch delivered to your jaw. 

The pain that spreads through your body is excruciating, leaving you disoriented. But Erik looks at you with a sickly smile, the blond man, who goes by the ridiculous codename Vision, doing the dirty work, and Wanda standing by the door, watching everything with an impassive expression. So, you decide not to let your pain show.  

"I don't understand why you just don't tell me what I want to know." The older man asks, pacing back and forth, and you take a deep breath. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Lehnsherr." You answer honestly, and receive another punch from the blond man in response.

"I'm talking about the Avengers meddling in our business and stealing our supplies." Erik strikes back, approaching the chair you have once again been tied to, and you hold his gaze without hesitation. 

"Do you really think we waste our time with that, Lehnsherr?" You ask sarcastically, forcing a laugh even though your whole body aches in the process. "If we need something, we get it our way. We don't need anything that comes from you."

"Are you sure about that?" The gray-haired man teases, risking a glance at Wanda. You clench your jaw immediately in response, and notice out of the corner of your eye the redhead shifting her weight on her feet uncomfortably. 

"A one time mistake," you say simply, ignoring the growing hurt, "and what a mistake it was." You add, looking directly at Wanda this time, and the woman immediately looks away, crossing her arms tightly against her chest.

"Someone's a little bitter." Erik teases, and you look down, averting your gaze from the Guardians in the room. Feeling victorious, Lehnsherr straightens his posture, turning away from you. "That's enough for today, who knows after a night's sleep you'll give me the answers I'm asking for." 

With that, the leader of the Guardians walks to the entrance of the cell and you take a deep breath. "Wanda, my dear, clean her wounds. We don't want an infection, do we?" You hear Erik say and resist the urge to roll your eyes. He was doing it to affect you, and you knew it. The worst part is that he was succeeding. "And you, keep an eye on our guest.”

As Erik leaves the cell, Wanda starts walking toward you, but then stops. "Untie her." She says firmly and you immediately close your eyes. It has been a while since you last heard her voice, and the sound has had more of an effect on you than you would like to admit.

"You can take care of her injuries with her tied up." Vision replies then and although you refuse to look directly at the scene, you can see out of the corner of your eyes Wanda crossing her arms. "Untie her." She repeats through clenched teeth, and the man lets out a humorless chuckle in response. "It could be dangerous, dear."

"I don't think she could do anything with the beating you gave her." The redhead promptly hits back, and you frown discreetly at the obvious signs of anger in her voice. "I won't say it again."

After a few seconds of silence, the blonde huffs and moves to untie you. Once your arms and legs are free, you bring your hands to your wrists, massaging them. As Wanda approaches you with a small bucket of water and a cloth, Vision stands at the entrance to the cell. 

You walk to the bed with difficulty, supported by Wanda's hands. The touch burns your skin, and all you want to do now is to pull her hands away from you and scream. But you are too exhausted and hurt to do either of those things, so you just sit there without showing any emotion.

The next few minutes are spent in silence, Wanda carefully cleaning your wounds and you avoiding looking at her for dear life. 

"How are you?" The redhead's uncertain question sounds out soon after, and you decide to pretend you didn't notice her hesitation. "I've been worse." You answer impassively and hear Wanda huff softly. "Look, Y/n-"

"Save it, Wanda, I don't wanna hear it." You interrupt immediately, anger growing inside you. "But you should let your daddy know I have no idea what he's talking about." You say with false humor and risk a glance at the redhead, regretting it in the same moment you saw her sadness-laden face. 

"I know you don't." She says softly, hesitating before she adds, "I trust you." The line is a mere whisper, so that only you can hear. You laugh wryly in response. 

Despite the irony, there is nothing comical about the situation in which you find yourself. But there is a huge lump in your throat right now, so laughing seems a better option than crying. 

"Good to know one of us is trustworthy." You retort bitterly, looking away once again. Wanda swallows dryly, trying to stand her ground even though she is on the verge of crumbling. 

"Enough talking." Vision says before Wanda can answer. Faced with your complete lack of reaction, Wanda just takes a deep breath and goes back to tending to your wounds in silence. 

When the redhead is finished, she gets up and walks to the exit without saying a single word. Now alone in the cell, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. 

Before you can begin to enjoy the silence, Vision's voice makes itself heard once again. "She's quite a sight, isn't she?" The blond man says, making you roll your eyes. "The hottest woman I've ever seen. Just imagining her with no clothes on…"

"Shut up." You speak next, your blood beginning to boil. That day couldn't get any worse. "What?" Vision says next, looking at you with a look of debauchery through the cell bars. "Don't you like to hear the things I would do to her? How I would fuc-"

"Shut up!" you repeat, shouting this time, as you walk with quick strides to where he is, the pain completely dulled by hatred. You grip the iron bars tightly, your knuckles turning white from the strength.

"Look at you," the man says with a grin, his face mere inches from yours as he revels in your obvious fury, "still think she's yours. Pathetic. She never was, and she never wi-" 

Vision's words are cut off as you pull him by his shirt. Being taken aback by the sudden movement, the man slams his face hard against the metal bars. The blond man mutters curses as he takes a few steps backwards with his hands on his face.

"You son of a bitch." He says as he notices the blood on his hands that has dripped from his nose. You just hold his gaze, a small smirk at the corner of your mouth, and the man's expression stiffens in anger. "The beating wasn't enough for you, huh?" he says through gritted teeth, unlocking the cell. "Let's see if one more will do the trick."

As he enters the cell, you swallow dryly. Added to you being seriously injured, the man is much bigger and stronger than you. But you would not go down without a fight. So when he approaches you, you raise your fists.

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Wanda had never felt so powerless in her entire life. Still, she had never felt so guilty. 

As soon as she left the cell the night before, the redhead went straight to her room, emptying the entire contents of her stomach as her insides turned violently in guilt and pain. 

When there was nothing left to put out, the woman broke down in sobs, tears burning her skin as the images of you in that chair burned her mind. 

But now Wanda was sitting on her bed. In the same position she had been when she first sat there. Motionless. Unaware of everything around her, the redhead barely noticed the knocks on her door. And when she does, she does nothing about it. 

The door opens next, revealing Pietro on the other side. Wanda merely looks at him, and the blond man flashes her a small, empathetic smile. "Hi, sister," he greets softly, closing the door behind him, "how are you-"

"Don't ask me that." Wanda interrupts, her voice shaky and the lump in her throat making it hard to breathe. Pietro is silent then, and sits down next to her on the bed. Out of the corner of her eyes, the redhead notices her brother watching her, but doesn't have the strength to raise her gaze. 

"You can talk to me, Wanda." The man says eventually, moving closer and holding his sister's hand in his. The redhead looks at their intertwined fingers, and smiles minimally at the action, even if the comfort brought by it is almost non-existent. "I thought you knew that. You could've told me-"

"Told you what, Pietro?" Wanda interrupts, suddenly releasing her hand from his. "That I fell in love with an Avenger? You would've taken that so well." The redhead says with bitter sarcasm, and the blonde clenches his jaw.

"I would've tried to understand you." He says, but Wanda laughs through her nose in disbelief. "You're my little sister, Wands, I would never judge you." The older Maximoff assures, but seeing no sign of belief in his sister, he jokes, "but I probably would've told you to find someone better."

Wanda forces a weak laugh in response, her vision blurring intensely soon after. "I'd never find someone better." She says with her voice breaking, the lump in her throat becoming increasingly unbearable. 

"It's true then," Pietro says eventually, and Wanda raises her eyes to him, "you and her." He explains, and Wanda flashes him a tiny smile. "It is... And it's also true that I ruined her life." The redhead comments bitterly, the tears finally falling, "She trusted me, and I stabbed her in the back."

The redhead's brain fills her mind with all the worst possible insults, about how she didn't try hard enough, about how she could have stopped all this from happening. But the truth is that this is not how things work. 

The only contact Wanda had with you was in the apartment in which she and Pietro grew up and which was now your and her spot, her oasis. Outside that place, she had no idea how to find you, how to get in touch with you. 

So there she waited, agonizing days and nights waiting for you to knock on the door but you never did. Just as she was about to give up and look for you on your side of town, even knowing all the risks that entailed, knocks on the door finally came. 

They weren't yours though, and the redhead's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of Vision entering, showing up there on her father's orders to wait for you to come by. There she realized that it was too late. 

Wanda could have told you to leave when you arrived later that night, told you to run and not look back. But she knew that the moment she did that, Vision would go not only for you but for her too, both of you would be killed in that same place. 

At least if she followed the plan she would have time, she would have a guarantee to keep you alive while she thought of a way to free you. At least that was what she had thought of as the best way out of that situation. 

But to see you in that condition, being beaten and tortured... It was as if every organ in her body contracted and tore itself into a million painful pieces. It was as if she had died all the same.

"I wish there was something I could do to help you, sestra." Her brother says truthfully, waking her up from her thoughts, and Wanda casts him a small, grateful smile. "There's nothing you can do, Piet." She assures, and the other nods slowly. 

"I just... I just need some fresh air." Wanda says, standing up and wiping the tears on her cheeks. "I'll go with you." Pietro then says, following her to the door. "There's no need, brother, thanks."

"I insist." The blond says, and Wanda turns to face him, her eyes narrowed. "What's going on?" she questions, and the man puts his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "Papa asked me to keep an eye on you."

"Of course he did." The redhead replies impatiently, feeling increasingly suffocated. "I trust you, though," Pietro hastens to say, "I meant that." Wanda stares at her brother for a few seconds but, finding nothing but honesty in his expression, she huffs. "Fine."

"Where are we going?" Pietro asks, following his sister out of the room, and Wanda shrugs. "I don't know, I just need to leave this place." She answers, walking toward the entrance of the hiding place. Then an idea crosses her mind, and she changes her route. 

"But first, I need to talk to Shuri."

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"Uh-oh, if the Maximoff twins are together, there's trouble coming." The girl says as soon as she sees the two entering the armaments room. "I need your help." Wanda says next, Pietro right behind her closing the door, and Shuri chuckles. "I knew it," she states, nodding, "what do you need?"

And then Wanda tells her everything. About you, about her father finding out, about him suspecting you of the stolen supplies, and about how deeply she trusts you. All the while, she tries to keep her voice steady, to keep the tears away. But the lump in her throat is too big to stay hidden for long. The other two in the room notice, obviously, but decide not to comment on it. 

"The girl you're hooking up with is an Avenger?!" Shuri asks in astonishment when Wanda finally finishes speaking and the redhead lets out an incredulous giggle. "Is that really all you paid attention to?"

"No, you're right, sorry. Stolen supplies." The girl says, shaking her head. "What do you want from me?" She asks then, and it is Pietro who answers. "Do you have any suspects? Someone you don't trust?"

"I don't think so." Shuri answers after thinking for a brief moment, her eyebrows frowning as she does. "I have a few." Wanda replies, nearly annoyed, and Pietro laughs through his nose by her side. "That's because you don't trust anyone."

"Right now I only trust three people, and one of them needs me." Wanda replies promptly, looking at the two in the room. "And I need your help to solve this." The redhead says, sounding as firm as she can, but the pleading in her voice is evident.

"You can count on me." Shuri says then, a sincere smile on her lips, and Pietro nods. "On me too." The man confirms and Wanda smiles, standing up next. "Thanks, guys." She says honestly, and the two smile in response. 

"I have to go now, if I stay here another second I'll freak out." The redhead tells, getting up from the stool she was sitting on, and Pietro does the same. After saying goodbye to Shuri, the two Maximoffs leave the armory. 

Reaching the communal room of the hideout, Wanda clenches her jaw. "What's Vision doing here?" She asks and, noticing the bruises and cuts on the man's face, frowns. "And what happened to him?"

"I have no idea," Pietro replies, following his sister's gaze with his own, "I woke up and went straight to your room." He lets her know and Wanda looks at him in confusion. Woke up? How long has it been since last night? Did she really not sleep at all? It wouldn't be surprising.

"Wanda." She hears her name called before she can ask any of those questions and the redhead sighs angrily. Today would be the day she would add another murder to her list of committed crimes.

"What is it, Raven?" She asks, irritation rising exponentially. "I brought breakfast to your pet Avenger earlier. She looked quite a mess, if you ask me." The blonde informs, a smile grown as apprehension takes over Wanda's features. 

"But don't worry, I took good care of her. And I gotta admit, Wanda, now I see why you're so fond of her." The blonde adds as she notices the other's countenance change, a taunting smirk on her lips. "What's going on underneath that shirt is... something else."

Without a second thought, Wanda holds Raven's hair, pushing her head hard against the nearby pool table. The noise of the impact is loud and echoes through the decommissioned subway station, followed by several surprised gasps from the surrounding Guardians.

"Wanda!" Pietro shouts in astonishment, pulling his sister away before Wanda could ruin Raven's face any further, which was now covered in blood.

"I'll kill that bitch any day now!" The redhead says, her face hardened by anger. Pietro, who was not trusting his sister's common sense one bit, continues dragging her towards the exit of the hideout. 

"You can't attack her every time she annoys you, you know?" he reasons, but Wanda can barely hear him, her heart pounding furiously in her ears. "I'm going to anyway." She mumbles through clenched teeth, making her brother let out a low chuckle. 

"Come on now, let's get out of here." He says when the two are already out of the decommissioned subway station and Wanda huffs heavily. Trying with all her might to forget her tsunami of problems, the redhead follows her brother to his car.

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Things are not looking good for our dear reader, uh? What do you think it's going to happen next? Thoughts and comments are always appreciated!

Chapter 7

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Can you make part 5 of Gangsters Paradise, please ?

Gangsters Paradise Pt. 5

Al Capone x Fem reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Capone, Violence, swearing.

A/n: IF YOU DONT LIKE THE WARNINGS PLEASE DONT READ

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Y/n sat in the front seat of her car, she gripped the steering wheel, her gaze fixed on that one spot on the road. The one spot that Frank Capone died, she thought back to when it happened. Al was so ready to fight.

"Just one of ya!" Al had yelled.

The crowd of angry men all charged, Y/n's side all had bats but it didn't help. She lost Al in the scuffle, Frank had attempted to push her away from it all but she got knocked on her ass.

"Go Y/n! Go!" He yelled to her.

A large man slammed her to the ground, kicking her in the side. Y/n cried out in pain, taking out her knife, attempting to stab his leg, but the man snatched it from her and was about to use it when Frank came over and knocked the fucker senseless. He grabbed Y/n's arm, pulling her up and examining her.

"You alright?" He asked.

Y/n nodded, but in truth at least three of her ribs were broken.

"You need to get out of here!"

A man tried to attack Frank from behind, but Y/n took her bat and cracked him upside the head, The two looked over to see Nelson pointing a gun at Al.

"NO!" She yelled, pulling out her gun and aiming it at Nelson when Frank was suddenly shot in the stomach, catching Y/n's attention. Her eyes went wide, all other thoughts faded as he was shot multiple times.

His body dropped to the ground, and all that could be heard was Al's cry.

"FRANK!"

He went to stand but Y/n dove over and kept him on the ground.

"Al, if you stand up they'll shoot you."

"I don't care!"

"Yeah, well I do!"

Y/n sat there in her car, watching the people walk by as if it was nothing, and yet she comes here every day to put flowers where he died. Al is still a bit broken up about it, not as bad as the day in the hospital, but it still hurts him.

Oh, the day in the hospital. She can remember the terrible feeling she got when she walked through those doors.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Ralph asked.

"Don't worry about me. How are you?"

Tears started to form in his eyes, he shook his head and his gaze dropped to the floor. Y/n wrapped her arms around the large man, taking him into a warm embrace.

"It'll be alright. Sh sh, everything is gonna be alright." She whispered.

They pulled away from the hug and Ralph sat down, she gave him a half smile and gently rubbed his shoulder.

"Where's Al?"

Ralph nodded his head towards a slightly open door, Y/n straightened her coat, making her way over and pushing it open, letting herself in, and closing the door behind her.

"He loved you, you know?" Al sounded defeated.

"What?"

"Frank, he loved you. He always loved you."

Y/n slowly walked up to him, setting both her hands on his shoulders gently caressing the back of his neck with her thumb.

"I loved him too. He was like a big brother to me."

"He'd be hurt to hear you say that."

"Frank's a big boy, he'll get over it."

A choked giggled sounded from Al, making a smile spread over Y/n's face. But it faulted when the door opened, and in stepped Nelson. Y/n turned around, her hand gripped her pistol. The look in her eye scared Nelson, he went to step back but stopped when he realized Al was right next to her.

"There's not much more to go one." He said. "Word is, they were Chicago detectives special squad. They say, someone called and told them that the Cicero police couldn't be trusted...he never got his gun out."

Al let out a choked breath, making Y/n tighten her grip on his shoulder.

He sniffled and turned, looking over at Nelson.

"Every fuckin think that crawls, is gonna pay."

"Thank you, George." Y/n growled.

When Nelson left, and the door closed behind him. Y/n knelt down beside Al, taking his hand and planted a kiss on his knuckles.

"Il sole tornerà a splendere, Alphonse." She whispered.

Translation: "The sun will shine again, Alphonse."

Al sniffled again, pressing his forehead against hers, and planted a gentle kiss to her lips.

Y/n's car door opened, and Al jumped in. He opened up his news paper and started reading.

"Can you believe this shit?" He asked. "Listen to this, a shop owner shoots man after breaks his front window-"

"He was trying to protect you."

"What?"

"Frank, he was trying to protect you."

Al looked over at the spot where his brother died.

"When?" He asked.

"That day...he and I both were."

"Y/n, you're not makin any sense."

"You were on the ground hurt, Nelson came up behind you-"

"Who?" He blurted.

"Mueller, he came up behind you and pointed his gun at the back of your head. Frank and I saw, I took out my gun and Frank got shot."

"You're just telling me this now?"

"I just remembered."

Al nodded, folded back up his paper and pointed up the street.

"Torrio's waiting."

Y/n cranked the car and drove off.

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #requested #al capone x fem reader #al capone x reader #al capone x y/n #al capone x you #al capone boardwalk empire #al capone

[dangantums]

Your Majesty

anon requested: If you’re still taking requests. Might I ask for C.laude Von R.iegan weight gain? Like him becoming a big king after taking the throne and eating too many feasts? Thank you!

so sorry for accidentally deleting this ask! I also hope you don't mind c.laude x d.imitri! :]

this fic contains: burps, hiccups, bloating, stuffed belly, SFW content.

ship: d.imiclaude

TLDR: c.laude experiences 'a meal fit for a king.'

The weight of the Leicester Alliance wasn't the only thing pressing down on Claude. Since taking the throne, a delightful, doughy burden had settled comfortably around his middle. Every celebratory feast with Dimitri by his side – a near nightly occurrence – added another layer of love handles.

Tonight was no different. A feast featuring a whole roasted boar, a mountain of buttery mashed potatoes, roasted capons, glazed hams, flagons of ale, rich custard and almond cakes riddled the dining hall table. Every noble house, every grateful town, seemed to shower them with the heartiest, most decadent feasts Claude had ever seen.

Dimitri, his lover, bless his bottomless pit of a stomach, was handling it like a champ. But for Claude, a man who thrived on cunning and wit, not endless buffets, a different kind of battle was brewing. A battle deep in his stomach – even this meal was too much for him. It started subtly, a polite burp after a particularly rich boar roast. Claude, ever the gentleman, excused himself with a charming wink. Dimitri, ever the oblivious sweetheart, just patted his shoulder with a smile. But the plates kept coming – Claude sampled them all, a diplomat's duty, he'd tell himself. But soon, the polite burps turned into biting back full-fledged eruptions. Claude felt ill. He excused himself, a sheepish grin on his face, and retreated to the balcony. Every breath felt like a monumental effort, and the slightest jiggle sent a wave of nausea washing over him. The cool night air did little to soothe the rumble emanating from his stomach.

"Ugh," Claude groaned, leaning against the railing. A loud, resounding burp escaped him, echoing through the silent night. He blushed, hoping no one had heard.

Dimitri appeared on the balcony. "Claude? Are you alright? I heard…" His frown softened into a playful smirk and a playful glint appeared in his eye, followed by a chuckle that broke the stillness. "Sounds like someone overindulged, Your Majesty."

Claude, cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and indigestion, managed a weak groan. "I believe," Claude began, voice strained, "I may have overindulged a tad."

"Perhaps it's time to lay off the feasts, my love," Dimitri said as he approached Claude and wrapped an arm around his waist, the soft flesh overflowing his grasp. Dimitri’s hand gently brushed against Claude's protruding belly, then gingerly massaged the taut skin.

Claude sighed, "I know, I know. But those almond cakes with the whipped cream..." Another, wetter burp punctuated his sentence. Claude winced, his face contorted in discomfort. His stomach, now a distended globe beneath his fine tunic, protested vehemently.

"Are you sure you’re alright, Claude? You look a little flushed,” Dimitri commented, face now riddled with concern.

Claude blushed further. "Just a bellyache... Happens when you eat your weight in roasted boar…”

Dimitri lifted his arm from around Claude’s, his hand hovering over Claude's midsection.

Claude swatted his hand away, but not unkindly. "Don't even think about it, Dimitri. I may be stuffed, but I'm still King."

Dimitri raised his hands in mock surrender. "Of course. Though… a king deserves a little comfort, wouldn't you say?"

Claude couldn't resist Dimitri for long, especially not with that hopeful look in his eyes. "Fine," he conceded. "But a short cuddle. My belly feels like it's about to – Hic! – burst."

Dimitri grinned. He pulled Claude close, his strong arms wrapping around the king's slightly thickened torso. Claude nestled into Dimitri's warmth, a contented sigh escaping his lips. As they stood there, bathed in the soft moonlight, another, slightly more sheepish burp rumbled from the depths of Claude's belly.

Dimitri reached over cupped Claude's face, his thumb gently wiping away a stray bit of sauce that stained the corners of his lips. “While I am concerned about how this is taking such a toll on you,” Dimitri murmured, barely above a whisper. "I do find your new… ‘figure’ rather… becoming."

Claude's face flushed crimson. "Dimitri," he gasped.

Dimitri’s grin widened, nuzzling Claude's hair. "Just stating a fact, Your Majesty." He planted a soft kiss on Claude's temple. "Now, come inside and get some rest.”

Maybe a few too many dishes at dinner weren't so bad, especially if they meant cozy nights with Dimitri.

#fic #belly kink #burps #hiccups #fire e.mblem #fat emblem #d.imitri b.laiddyd #d.imitri #d.imitri a.lexandre b.laiddyd #c.laude v.on r.iegen #c.laude r.iegen #c.laude #t.hree h.ouses #d.imiclaude

[ilovewhiteroses]

Lucifer's Secretary

Pairing: The Corinthian x Demon Female Reader Genre: Fluff, humor, smut Warnings: Smut, horror themes Rating: 18+ Notes: - Requested by @destiny-rahl​  💕💕             - Reader's character was partly inspired by Elizabeth Hurley's The Devil character from the 2000 movie, Bedazzled

 You worked as a secretary in Hell and had a thing for demons, until a nightmare came along…

 "Your Majesty!" you addressed Lucifer, who was adjusting their huge, black wings in the mirror.

“Yes, Y/N? What do you have for me?"

"More sinful souls have arrived in Hell, who will soon come here to talk to you. Besides, the next demon battle is about to start, I thought I'd let you know if you're interested."

"Thank you." Lucifer said and you bowed and left.

You worked as a secretary and since you were Lucifer's top confidant at the same time, you were able to set up a cool office for yourself. The walls were deep red and there were pictures of famous criminals such as Al Capone, Pablo Escobar or Griselda Blanco. Your desk was black glass, and your chair was a high-backed black leather chair. You also had a bar where you could have a drink if you were thirsty, a large filing cabinet where you stored the documents of the demons of Hell, and a huge fireplace, just to make it all more cozy. Your duties included overseeing Lucifer's schedule, organizing official events, and welcoming new residents or "clients" to Hell. When you weren't working, you were smoking and drinking with your feet up on the desk because you didn't have to worry about getting caught by your boss or flirting with the hot demon guys who came into your office. You couldn't help it, you loved bad boys.

The black and red combination dominated not only the furnishings, but also in your clothing. You always wore tight, form-fitting, sometimes skin-flashing clothes, which allowed you to express your hot, sexy and sassy self. Also, being a demon, your eyes were also red.

It was just your lunch break and you ordered lasagna from one of the local hellish restaurants. The delivery guy who brought it was very sexy and apparently, he liked you too, he even got a nice tip from you. On the way out, you smacked his bottom flirtatiously. You finally started eating when the office phone rang. You picked it up and a man with a deep voice, presumably with a southern accent, spoke.

"Hello. Did I call Hell's office?” asked.

"Yes. How can I help?" you said, quickly grabbing a bite.

"I'm The Corinthian from the Dreaming." you rolled your eyes. You, Lucifer, and the demons didn't like the creatures there, but you welcomed them out of courtesy if they needed something. "I would need a fiery trident for a nightmare. Can you help me?"

"Why don't you ask Lord Morpheus, he's the King of Dreams, right?" you asked slightly mockingly.

"Believe it or not, I thought about it, but he doesn’t want to talk to me right now...Can you help me or not?" the man asked impatiently. You sighed.

"I'll get you one and you can come for it here, to the office, when it's convenient for you. Is that okay?”

"Yes, it will be perfect, thank you!" he said and put it down, you were finally able to continue eating, while your mind was racing.

Why did a nightmare need a fiery trident? Wasn't his job to scare people with just his mere presence? Whatever, it was none of your business. In any case, you admitted that the man had a pleasant voice that you would have liked to listen to more… You tried to imagine what he might look like. Tall and maybe sporty, that's for sure. His outfit can be something elegant, you wouldn't think he would wear ripped jeans and a t-shirt. Well, when he comes for the requested object, you can see him in person.

After you ate, you drank a glass of whiskey and went to inform Lucifer, because the next demon battle had begun.

 Not long after, you were back in your office and heard a knock. It must have been the nightmare from the Dreaming.

"Come in!" you said while sorting through the papers in the filing cabinet. You heard the door open and then close. You looked over and froze for a moment. You guessed it right, the blond man with sunglasses was tall, he seemed to have an athletic body and his clothes showed good taste based on the cream-colored sweater, dark brown jacket and black pants. He stood in front of the desk with his hands in his pockets and looked quite confident. Your mind suddenly filled with dirty thoughts and you licked your lips.

"Hello! I assume you came for the fiery trident.”

"Hi! I'm The Corinthian and yes, you're right. You have a nice office.” the man said politely as he looked around. You closed the cabinet door and went to get the fiery trident and went to the man with it.

"This is it. Right now it’s not on fire unless you command it to." you said and held it out to him.

"Wow, what a gorgeous piece!" Corinthian stared in awe at the beautifully crafted, gold-coloured pointed tool. "You know, I usually work with knives, but I thought I'd use something new to make people's nightmares even scarier."

"Really?" you asked "But how can you be a nightmare, you look like a model!" you told him, surveying him from head to toe with your eyes.

"Oh, you are too kind! You know, it's because of my eyes, that's why I wear sunglasses." he said and lifted the glasses, flashing his true gaze. You found the small teeth in place of his eyes especially exciting.

"I'm sorry, but you still haven't convinced me why you're a nightmare. Would you like something to drink?” you pointed to the bar.

"Um, if you asked like that, I'd be happy to have a drink with you." he said, leaning the trident against the desk. You went to the bar and felt his penetrating gaze on your body.

"What can I give you?"

"A glass of whiskey will do, thank you."

"Well, that's what I drink too. I like whiskey because it's a stylish, sophisticated and sexy drink." you said suggestively and poured a bottle for Corinthian and yourself.

"For sure! Cheers!" he said and you toasted and drank. "Thank you again for your help!"

"You're welcome!" you said putting your glass down. The sexual tension between you and him was getting stronger and the whiskey made you even more emboldened. You still had paperwork to do, but that could wait, you thought to yourself, you had much better things to do now. You kept flirting with him.

"So...what do you do in nightmares?" you went over to him and stroked his side.

"I scare humans, I warn them if they think about something bad. And if they think of something evil, I will take out their eyes and eat them.” he raised his eyebrows and drank the rest of the drink from his glass. You loved creepy stuff like this.

So he was a bad guy too. During your conversation, you undressed him several times with your eyes and thought you'd tease him a little more, wondering what he would say to it.

"Hm, sounds good. Come, sign some papers stating that you have received the trident and will use it responsibly and return it on time, undamaged." you said and as you headed towards your desk you pretended to drop something and leaned forward intentionally so Corinthian could see your nice ass in your tight leather pants. You straightened up and when you looked at him, you saw that drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, he obviously liked your little stunt.

"Um, fine." he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, visibly horny, just trying to calm himself. He signed the important papers and then sneaked behind your back.

“Hmm, you are a very bad demon! If I had more time, I would spank you, how about that?” he said in a deep, purring voice, then wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck. You smiled because you got what you wanted.

"Unfortunately, I also have a lot to do, but we can arrange it at some point!" you replied in a lustful voice. You leaned your head back and enjoyed his soft lips on your neck. His hands moved up and cupped your breasts, then stopped.

"I'll take your word for it!" he said and kissed your hand and left the office with the trident. You fanned yourself, trying to snap back to reality in your head. There was no doubt that you were completely under his influence.

After that, Corinthian came around the office several times, asking for different things for nightmares. There were times when he called you during working hours, and you obviously answered, the clients could wait until then. On the phone, you told each other erotically what you would do with the other, you loved listening to his voice. What's more, he even sent you imaginative gifts: a rose that made you feel blood when you touched it, red velvet cake with eyeballs on top, etc.

He really wants to get into my pants, you thought to yourself and chuckled. You understood, because this was exactly your intention. You often thought about the sexy nightmare and Lucifer also noticed that you have been quite giddy lately, but they didn't care about it or your private life either, you did your job well, that's all that mattered to them.

A few days later, you were talking to a client on the phone, when Corinthian visited you in the office without warning. You were very happy for him and tried to hang up the phone as soon as possible, while he sat down on the chair opposite you and deliberately tried to distract you with provocative hand gestures that hinted at sex.

"You really are a nightmare!" you told him after you hung up the phone. You couldn't be mad at him, because at least you had fun while you dealt with the boring phone conversation.

"I can't help it, it’s my job." he said leaning back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and flashing you a mischievous smile. Dirty thoughts started popping up in your head again...

"Well, what would you like to borrow this time?" you asked smiling.

"Nothing really, I just thought I'd surprise you to see if you'd be happy for me." he said and got up from the chair and walked over to you. You also stood up and looked deep into his dark lenses. He must have sensed what you were thinking because his hand went to your bottom and grabbed it.

"Have you ever fantasized about doing it in the office?" he asked without any kind of side talk. Corinthian didn't mess around, he got right into the middle of things.

"Of course, in fact, I always think about it when I have nothing to do." you said teasingly. You tilted your head back a little and opened your mouth slightly to signal Corinthian to finally kiss you. He took the hint and kissed you. You thought that being a nightmare, his technique would be much wilder, but instead it was slow and sensual. You were so into it that you let out a lustful moan. You felt him picking you up and putting you on the table. You stopped kissing and started to take off each other's clothes. A few seconds later you were sitting naked on your desk and Corinthian was reaching between your legs, caressing you there and kissing your neck, then trailing his mouth down. You were lying on your back and instead of his fingers you felt his velvety tongue on your pussy. Your head hung off the table just enough to see the door and for a moment you imagined what it would be like if Lucifer entered. Actually, it would be nothing, because this was Hell, the more sinful someone was, the better. Corinthian’s hands caressed your body as he pleasured you down there. You felt that you were sufficiently excited and carefully grabbed his hair, lifting up his head and saying breathlessly:

"I want you to fuck me!"

He straightened up and you got off the table, then turned around and leaned forward, placing your elbows on the table. "This is how I want it."

Corinthian licked his lips and started caressing your bottom and back.

"Hmm, I knew you were bad and I like that." he said in his deep, sexy voice and smacked you on your bottom, you hissed, but not in pain, but in excitement. He took his cock and rubbed it against your pussy. "Did you imagine that I would fuck you like this?"

"Yes!" you said in a breathy voice. He caressed your side with one hand and his cock with the other, then slowly inserted himself into you. You had to moan as you felt him filling you. He grabbed your hips and started moving his cock in and out of you, you lowered your head to the table and let the sensations take you. Meanwhile, Corinthian stroked your back and slapped your butt. He fucked you at a comfortable, pleasant pace, he didn't rush it. You thought about switching positions, but you liked it so much that you didn't want to ruin the moment. When he felt you and him getting closer and closer to climax, he started to move a little faster, you moaned….

After you both climaxed and calmed down, Corinthian pulled himself out of you and pulled you up against his chest. He kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear:

"If you don't mind, I'll come back a few more times. Partly to ask for items for nightmares, but mostly to have sex with you.”

Of course you didn't mind...

  Tags: @thecorilove86​, @placeinthemiddleofnowhere​, @e-dubbc11​, @kittycat-kai​, @yellowwithalisp​, @icytrickster17​, @lazy-queen26​, @jessamydreams​, @amidalasruby​, @drowningnikki​, @atomwritez​, @treasures-of-the-alleyway​, @dayleis​, @idealai​, @belladiaz​, @foodlover123456789​, @violentviolet88​, @merryandrewsworld​  @strudelbug07​, @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook​, @onehundredyearsofyearning​

#the corinthian #the corinthian fanfic #the corinthian & female reader #Sandman #boyd holbrook #fluff #dark humor #smut

[free-for-all-fics]

Obscure Characters List - Male Edition

Obscure Characters I love for some reason. (By obscure I mean characters that have little to no fanfic written about them. Not necessarily characters nobody’s ever heard of.) Don’t ask me to explain why.

A

Abraham Alastor/Anthony Clarke (Dark Pictures Little Hope)

Adam (Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)

Adam (Hallmark Frankenstein 2004)

Al Capone (Night at the Museum)

Alan McMichael (Crimson Peak)

Alec Fell (Nancy Drew, The Silent Spy)

AM (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream)

Amphibian Man/The Asset (Shape of Water)

Anthony Walsh (Blood Fest)

Anton Herzen (Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box)

Ardeth Bay (Mummy series)

Armand (Queen of the Damned 2002)

Armando Salazar (Pirates of the Caribbean 5)

B

Barnaby (Sabrina Down Under)

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns)

Baron Meinster (Brides of Dracula)

Beast/Hank McCoy (X-Men, Kelsey Grammer version)

Beast/Prince (Beauty and the Beast 2014)

Ben Willis (I Know What You Did Last Summer)

Bernard the elf (Santa Clause series)

Black Phillip (The VVitch)

Blade (Puppetmaster series)

Bughuul (Sinister 1 and 2)

C

Caliban/John Clare (Penny Dreadful)

Captain Frederick Wentworth (Persuasion)

Captain James Hook (Peter Pan 2003)

Cedric Brown (Nanny McPhee)

Christian Thompson (Devil Wears Prada)

Colonel William Tavington (The Patriot)

Cornelis Sandvoort (Tulip Fever)

Crown Prince Ryand'r/Darkfire (DC comics/Teen Titans)

D

Daniel Le Domas (Ready Or Not)

Death (Final Destination series)

Dimitri Allen (Professor Layton and the Unwound Future)

Dimitri Denatos (Mom’s Got a Date With a Vampire)

Dustfinger (Inkheart)

Dr. Alexander Sweet/Dracula (Penny Dreadful)

Dr. Gregory Butler (Happy Death Day 1 & 2)

Dr. Manhattan (Watchmen)

Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre 2)

E

Edward Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003) 

Edward Mordrake (Urban Legend/American Horror Story Asylum)

Edward/Eddie “Tex” Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3)

Elemer of the Briar (Elden Ring)

Erik Carriere (Phantom of the Opera 1990)

Ethan (Pilgrim 2019)

F

Father Gascoigne (Bloodborne)

Faustus Blackwood (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Fegan Floop (Spy Kids trilogy)

Fox Mask/Tom (You’re next)

G

George Knightley (Emma)

Ghost/Mitch (Haunt 2019)

Godskin Apostle (Elden Ring)

Godwyn the Golden (Elden Ring)

Gold Watchers (Dark Deception)

Greg (Bodies, Bodies, Bodies)

Grim Matchstick (Cuphead)

Gurranq Beast Clergyman (Elden Ring)

H

Henry Jekyll/Edward Hyde (Broadway, Rob Evan version)

Henry Sturges (Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)

Hugh Crain (Haunting of Hill House, the book and 1963 film. Not the Flanagan show or 1999 movie remake)

Hugo Butterly (Nancy Drew, Danger by Design)

I

Ingemar (Midsommar)

J

Jack Ferriman (Ghost Ship)

Jack Worthing/Uncle Jack (We Happy Few)

Jafar (Once Upon a Time, not the Wonderland spin-off)

Jan Valek (John Carpenter’s Vampires)

Jefferson "Seaplane" McDonough/Alex (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter (Arkhamverse! Video Games)

Jester (Puppetmaster series)

John (He’s Out There)

Joseph “Joey” Mallone (Blackwell series)

Juan (The Forever Purge)

Juno Hoslow, Knight of Blood (Elden Ring)

K

Kalabar (Halloweentown)

Kenneth Haight (Elden Ring)

Killer Moth/Drury Walker (Teen Titans)

King Paimon (Hereditary)

L

Lamb Mask/Craig (You’re next)

Lamplighter (The Boys)

Launder Man (Crypt TV)

Lawrence “Larry” Gordon (Saw series)

Loki (Apsulov: End of Gods)

Lucifer (Devil’s Carnival 1 & 2)

M

Magic Mirror (Snow White 1937/Shrek)

Man in the Mask (The Strangers)

Manon (The Craft)

Man-Thing (Marvel’s Werewolf By Night)

Marco Polo/Merman (Crypt TV)

Marcus Corvinus (Underworld series)

Markus Boehm (Nancy Drew, the Captive Curse)

Mephistopheles (Faust’s Albtraum)

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne)

Miquella (Elden Ring)

Mirror Man (Snow White and the Huntsman)

Mr. Crow/Aldous Vanderboom (Rusty Lake series)

Mr. Le Bail (Ready Or Not)

Mr. Slausen (Tourist Trap)

N

Nigel Billingsley (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Night’s Cavalry (Elden Ring)

Nothing (The Night House)

P

Pazuzu (The Exorcist)

Pierre Despereaux (Psych)

Prince Anton Voytek (Vampire 1974)

Prince Escalus (Romeo and Juliet, no particular adaptation)

Prince Quartus (Stardust)

Prince Septimus (Stardust)

Professor Petrie/Phantom of the Opera (Phantom of the Opera 1962)

Peter Quint (Turn of the Screw, the book and maybe some other adaptations. Not the Bly Manor Flanagan show.)

R

Reese Kelly (Scarlet Hollow)

Rene Belloq (Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark)

Roland Voight (Hellraiser 2022)

Ronin (Star Trek)

Rorschach (Watchmen)

Rupert Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Rusty Nail (Joyride trilogy)

S

Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow)

Silver Surfer/Norrin Radd (Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer)

Simon Jarrett (SOMA)

Sir Lancelot (Night at the Museum 3)

Sportacus (LazyTown)

Starscourge Radahn (Elden Ring)

STEM (Upgrade)

Sutter Cane (In the Mouth of Madness)

T

Thantos DuBaer (Twitches 1 and 2)

The Auditor (Hellraiser: Judgment)

The Babadook (The Babadook)

The Black Knight Ghost (Scooby Doo 2 Monsters Unleashed)

The Curator (Dark Pictures Anthology)

The Designer (Devil’s Carnival 2)

The Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest/Professor Joel Barash/Steven Verdel (Wishmaster series)

The Faun (Pan’s Labyrinth)

The Fox (The Little Prince 1974)

The Jester (The Jester, A Short Horror Film series)

The Kinderfänger (Crypt TV)

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács (Dead by Daylight)

The Look-See (Crypt TV)

The Man (Carnival of Souls)

The Merman (Cabin In The Woods)

The Metal Killer (Stage Fright 2014)

The Mirror (Oculus)

The Narrator (Stanley Parable)

The Other (Hellfest)

The Phantom (Phantom Manor)

The Projectionist (Pearl)

The T-1000/Cop (Terminator 2, Terminator Genisys)

The Tall Man/The Entity (It Follows)

The Thing (The Thing 1982)

The Torn Prince/Royce Clayton (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

The Torso/James “Jimmy” Gambino (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

Thomas Alexander “Alex” Upton (TAU)

Tiger Mask/Dave (You’re Next)

Tommy Ross (Carrie, 1976)

V

Valak (The Conjuring)

Valdack and his real world counterpart (Black Mirror)

Van Pelt (Jumanji 2)

Venable (Wrong Turn 2021)

Viktor (Underworld series)

Viktor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale (Once Upon a Time)

Vladislaus Dracula (Van Helsing 2004)

W

Wade Thornton (Nancy Drew, Ghost of Thornton Hall)

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts (The Princess Bride)

Wildwind/Dark Skull, Stormy Weathers, and Lightning Strikes (Scooby Doo and the Legend of the Vampire)

“William”/The Headless Figure (Crypt TV)

William "Billy" Butcherson (Hocus Pocus 1 and 2)

X

Xenan the Centaur (Xena Warrior Princess)

#Obscure characters list #character list #Obscure characters #Characters list #Obscure fictional characters #Male Characters List #will be added to over time #I'm not even gonna attempt to tag this any further #It'd just be too much #Don't ask me to explain #I don't know what to tell you #characters I like inexplicably

[squeakyfir]

A small hostage (A night at the museum 2 X Child! Reader Fanfiction)

Description:

You, an eight year old child who was left behind on a school field trip gets locked inside the Smithsonian and are held hostage by wax figures of historical figures. Though one was cruel, the other's were a bit mean but they showed a bit of care. So much for being evil. There were questions that needed answers.

Will you live?

Will you die?

Will you see your family again?

Will you even remember this night?

Enjoy!

*I do not own the night at the museum movies. All rights to the characters and storylines belong to 20th Century Studios ™*

Chapter 9

Previous ~ Next

Two days went by and your mother kept her promise and even after that, she kept bringing you back. Everytime your mother brought you to the museum, Al was waiting for you. Hugs and all, he truly cared for you. There were other exhibits that you liked to be around like the hall of miniatures, the hall of African mammals and the Egyptian exhibit. Al made sure to stay by your side at all times even when your mom was with you. The three new exhibits were getting a bit frustrated of staying in storage but after some time, Napoleon and Ivans exhibits were finished but Capones exhibit was taking longer than expected.

Capone was understanding of the situation and said that he and the boys would continue to wait. Even with being storage, Capone was still anxious to see you and your mother again.

Wait???

Why would he be anxious to see her?

Well... Remember when they first met? And that flirty look he sent her way? And how she gave that same look?

It's pretty evident that they like each other but your mother was a bit in denial. You could see it but she denied it. Right now, Capone and your mother were sitting on a bench watching you play with the lions. It had been two months since the whole ordeal and Capone and your mother were getting closer and closer every time they were together. "She's a bright kid, ya know".

"I do know. I'm her mother". Capone chuckled a bit but then asked a question he was thinking about for awhile. "What about her old man"? Your mother was silent for a moment and seemed upset. "What's wrong"?

"It's nothing, it's just... It's difficult to talk about".

Capone stayed silent for a moment. "It might make you feel better. I can tell your upset". Your mother sighed and said, "When I was pregnant with (y/n), her father didn't want a child but it was too late. He verbally and physically abused her and abused me. I don't like to talk about it but to put it briefly, he's in prison and we have a restraining order. (Y/n) only had to live through that whole ordeal for three years but she still remembers a small amount of it. I don't want her to remember any of it".

This brief summary hit Capone hard like a ton of bricks. "I'm so sorry. He's lucky he's in prison otherwise I would've killed him myself, just for you". Your mother smiled and looked at him. "Thank you". They ended up talking to change the subject but they also ended up staring at each other and Capone slowly moved forward and your mother leaned forward. Both of their lips connected into pure bliss. Your mothers anxieties and fears over this man and everything else here was now non-existent.

"Your kissing"?

Both Capone and your mother pulled back and saw you standing there being curious. "Uhh... We were, uhhh. It's nothing, (Y/n). Why don't you go play with the lions" your mother said.

"Ok, but I had a question".

"Alright, shoot".

"It's for you Capone... Privately". Your mother rolled her eyes and stood up. "I have to use the restroom anyways. I'll be back in a minute". Your mother left and you hopped up onto the bench.

"Alright, what's up"?

"It's about you and my mom".

"Ok.."?

"Do you... Like her"?

Capone chuckled a bit and said, "Not to be rude (Y/n) but you just saw us kissing. So, yes. And besides, why wouldn't I? Does that bother you"?

"No. But I... I-"

"What is it"?

With a big deep breath you said, "I would want you and her to be together".

Capone was taken back by this statement. Having just heard what your father did to you and your mother was sad enough. But why would you want a man who no longer exists and is made of wax to be your father? No matter how many times your mother denied it and just carried on with a different conversation, you knew she doesn't want to be alone. The problem was finding a suitable man to be your stepfather and Capone was definitely perfect for the role. Good with kids, having expierence with them, charming, loyal and protective.

But sadly... He's made of wax currently and his background was very upsetting.

"Listen (Y/n), I care for you and your mother so much but I'm not real. I'm made of wax. If I was real, I'd propose to your mother right here, right now. But... I can't". You sighed sadly and Capone pulled you close. "I'm sorry (y/n) but I promise you this". You looked up at him. "As long as I'm still here at this museum, I promise to always care for you and your mother. I'll do the best I can with all these rules of not leaving. Ok"?

"Ok". Capone pulled you closer to him in a big strong hug. "I promise".

Your mother was watching this whole thing from around the corner and almost started to cry. She could see the bond you and Capone had and it was just as powerful as yours with her. Your mother quickly turned away before she was spotted and went to the Egyptian exhibit. She had an idea and it could be the hope of Having Capone become real... Hopefully.

Your mother went to the Egyptian exhibit and avoided eye contact with the statues. The Egyptian king, Ahkmenrah, was speaking with Larry until they noticed her presence. "(Your mothers name), is something wrong"?

"I have a question. I know this may seem like a dumb question but I want to know. Is it possible for these exhibits to become... Real"? Larry and Ahkmenrah exchanged some glances at each other. "What are you talking about" Larry asked.

"The tablet. If it can bring things to life at night then can it bring things to life permanently"?

"Well, actually madame, it can, but it's not recommended nor is it safe. At least, I assume it's not safe" Ahkmenrah said. "I have never attempted to try it out of fear that it may bring death to someone". Your mother sighed sadly and was now lost as to what can be done. "Hold on" Larry started. "Why do you want to know so badly? It's because of Capone, isn't it"? Your mother nodded. "Ok, so you want to bring back the gangster that ravaged all of Chicago and killed people, might I add, just because you like him"?

"You think I'm doing this for me"!? Your mother yelled. "My daughter and I have seen many things. Many things that would confuse and anger somebody easily. Her father might as well be the devil himself. He's abused her and me. My daughter did not deserve that at all and neither did I. But when I see Capone and (y/n) together... Laughing and smiling, I can see her sadness fade away and she never wants to leave this place because she knows he's here". Larry and Ahkmenrah had worry and sadness in their eyes. "She patiently waits for me to grab the keys when I say were coming here. She loves him. And so do I. Her happiness is all that matters to me. And if it can't be done, then it's just a dream". Your mother looked at her watch. "It's almost three anyways. I have to go".

Your mother turned around and walked out of the exhibit, leaving behind two men who were now contemplating their next move. Your mother made it back to where you and Capone were and said, "Come on (Y/n), we have to go". You groaned and hugged Capone tightly. "I'll see you soon, kid. Ok"?

"Ok. Bye Capone".

You ran to your mom and left. Your mother gave Capone a sad smile but she said, "I'll see you soon. Bye".

"Bye".

Your mother left and drove you home. All she thought about was Capone and you. A relationship like this was impossible to maintain and unfair for you. But there was nothing she could do.

Meanwhile, Larry and Ahkmenrah were talking to Capone and his boys. "Is that possible" Capone asked excited. "Yes but there is a problem" Larry said.

"What"?

"If I perform the chant, I'm worried it could cause death" Ahkmenrah said. Capone instantly looked worried but quickly had the look of determination. "I don't care. I would die for them anyways. I love them too much".

"But what about your other gang members"?

"I'll have to say goodbye. I'm sure they'll be ok... Right"? Capone felt a hand rest on his shoulder. "We'll be alright, boss. But try to come back and visit us, at least".

"Of course" Capone said obviously.

"If that's the case", Larry said, "We'll need another Al Capone". There are voiced agreements and when Ahkmenrah reminded him of the potential death that could happen, Capone didn't care. He was hopeful and confident. Ahkmenrah chanted the spell and before Larry's eyes, Capones whole body transitioned from black and white to full color. The inside of his wax body was replaced with working organs, real blood and a strong skeleton. He was now alive. The chant ended and Capone was over the moon ecstatic and happy.

"Quickly, let's get you to (your mothers name)".

Capone understood and rushed out the door and jumped into the car. During the drive, Capone kept expressing his worries but he was assured that it would be ok. Luckily, Larry remembers where your mother told them where it was. They pulled up to the building and Larry parked the car. "Come on". Capone followed after Larry with his new heart pounding in anticipation. He crossed his fingers and walked up to the door. Capone knocked on the door "One second"!

A couple moments went by and your mother opened the door. She was surprised to see Larry and Capone at the door. "What are you doing... How are you... Are you.."?

"I'm alive".

Your mother embraced him so tight and with him returning, he kissed her so deeply. "I love you".

"I love you too"! Your mother pulled back fron the kiss and said, "Come on. (Y/n) will be excited to see you"! Capone was pulled inside the apartment which prompted Larry to leave. "Good luck" he said quietly enough to where only Capone heard him. Capone followed your mother inside and stopped outside a door. Your mother opened the door and saw that you were still sleeping. "Go ahead". Capone walked over to your bed and gently shook your shoulder. "(Y/n)? Wake up".

You opened your eyes to see Capone with a warm smile. You instantly smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "What are you doing here"?

"Take a look at me. What's different"?

"Your not black and white!? What happened"?

"I'm alive, (Y/n). I'm here". You smiled so brightly and wrapped your arms around his neck and started to cry. Capone picked you up and held onto you. Your mother came forward and hugged him as well. "I love you both, so much".

"I love you too" your mother said.

"I love you too... Daddy". Capones eyes shot open and he had a real tear fall from his eye. He kissed your head and squeezed you a bit tighter. "I love you".

"Welcome home".

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